Текст песни Башня Rowan - Фиолетово

In early childhood I knew firmly,
What colors say:
The bright red glow of pride,
White-and-white was purity,
The "si" note sang pale green,
Dark gold - a note "la"
The whole rainbow splashed
From dusty crystal.

When God hung in the sky
His striped rag
As a symbol and covenant of hope,
Much has changed.
By arranging the multicolor,
Separating from the light of the inflorescence,
He showed those who love order,
His high mercy.

And thoughtful settled
On a blue-blue strip,
And the proud settled
On the red-red strip,
And the merry settled
Among the orange paint,
And someone likes green,
And I used to like it before.

But after the blackest month
In this stormy year
I'm all purple,
I'm all purple,
To me everything is violet under
The violet pale moon.
Lost in the blue sky,
Stunned by silence.
I'm all purple,
I'm all purple,
I violet everything,
What can happen to me.

This world is swamped around the neck
A heap of motley flowers.
The paints whistle like snakes,
Biting into the depths of the pupils.
Paints scream and howl,
They crush each other,
Each new paint
Takes his own howl.

But somewhere under the thick scream
Silence is guessed.
In any hodgepodge of colors
Hides only one,
And I do not need others,
I look at her alone
And I can see the sounds in the confusion
Violet silence.

And I rest, knowing,
What God rests that
He is purple,
He's violet.
To him everything is violet
Under the purple pale moon.
He is always at rest,
He is absolute peace.
He is purple,
He is purple,
To him everything is violet,
What will happen to you or me.
He's violet.