Текст песни Между Сказкой и былью - Отрывок

They will play Schubert music in the evenings, and candles will burn nearby. They will flip through thin book pages and read. They will sit in a chair covered with a blanket listening to the sound of wind and rain in the autumn evening. They will go out into the garden in the morning, breathing in the cold predawn air and treading their bare feet on the grass. They will see the northern lights - this unknown artist paints the night sky with a huge brush. They will paint by themselves, and all their hands will be in paint. Forever rolled up sleeves of an old plaid shirt and an old easel. They will be silent, understanding each other without words, or they will talk about different things: important, absurd, absurd, ordinary, or magical. They will live.