Текст песни Филигон - Последний Волшебник

Forgotten on the shelf,
Are being tormented uselessly
My old books.
For a long time, probably,
Crystal sphere
It's worthless in the closet.
I'm like a hermit,
One is perfect,
In the crowd, as in cosmic haze, -
I'm just a magician,
The Last Wizard
On this earth.

I am able to do just
Grab the stars from the sky
And the wild beasts tame,
Humble the Hurricanes
And the evil hooligans
In good people turn.
Although the balloon is airy,
Though true friendship
I'll do it out of nothing.
But people do not need it,
Not at all necessary
My magic.

People do not believe me -
They want a miracle
The scientific approach is to see.
But that's just the thing -
Science can not
I will solve my secrets.
With the table does not verify,
Ruler is not to be killed,
Do not deduce an exact calculation,
And you need to believe,
Just to believe -
And a miracle will come!

But the world is so crowded,
That faith has no place.
What's the point of blaming?
And I myself, it happens,
Sometimes I forget,
That logic does not understand everything.
And I'm sorry sometimes,
What will soon spring
The last drop of dew,
And together with me,
Forever with me
Miracles will go away ...