Текст песни летели по морю - живём

Wind tickles sleepy leaves
The moon is climbing his sonatas
The rain was fast, strong and clean
Everything exhaled after sunset
As if after - the beginning of life
As if after only before something
Like it does not matter at all
As if they did not live before

And now we live. And sin we complain
City of quiet and fresh. Silently
Let's pass by windows, selling blinds
Sleep badly, live better
Flow a piece of night wind
Substitute the face of summer coolness
And no need for any
And no need to shop under canonade

Trees, I hear, whispering about something
Not gossip, no, only philosophical thoughts
And it seems your own loud
Such vulgar, so low
I'm dead! And no me forgiveness
I am dead, like everything in this world
Under the sun. I accepted the decision
Under the moon, I breathe wider

Night lights will be the stars
House-skyscrapers will be trees
Fields will cover road rings
And forest coin will be replaced by furniture
Not sorry, let it, no longer correct
Our lives are not at all
And all that remains - to cram on the keys
Catch the joy of spring and tears in the fall