Текст песни Татьяна Буланова - Белые Дороги

Eight pills of loneliness
Here comes a prophecy
Yellow lantern even light triangle
Rustle familiar crumpled steward
Cold wind
White hair
Scars like even white streaks
Someone else's happiness
So brilliant
Not real
(not real)
(not real)

White roads
Passing here do not lead anywhere
White roads
Follow you
Change route
White roads
Behind them is emptiness
This is not a game
White roads
Going nowhere

Nine tablets of inevitability
From lack of money and tenderness
After all, someone created you and your soul
But if you are there, then why are you not needed?
And if this is life - is it far to the edge?
And where is this step from hell to heaven
Where do these white roads lead?

White roads
Passing here do not lead anywhere
White roads
Follow you
Change route
White roads
Behind them is emptiness
This is not a game
White roads
Going nowhere

Ten pills all for fun
But do not get off the white path
Sweet powder flies in the sky
Only it does not help you
Drop by drop dripping dripping
The soul does not fly
She falls falls
Crimson Scar Telephone Wire
Short wires

White roads
Passing here do not lead anywhere
White roads
Follow you
Change route
White roads
Behind them is emptiness
This is not a game
White roads
Going nowhere

White roads