Текст песни Возвращение - Зодчий

Architect
I built a house from the branches of my father,
Made a bed of leaves.
What,
I was not afraid of the wind
I believed
That the summer will be long

Released
On the path to the crossing
Of the Rules
Ferry to the distant shore,
Ripped off
All calluses from the palms
Salt
Free air is saturated.

In the spring
Found myself a bride
Message that
Told the whole world.
Long
About that rumor flew
Only
She didn't know him.

That a storm in my head
Holy simplicity,
The credulity of the blind.
Fatigue on the brow
Birch bark wrinkles,
A ray of sun on your face ...

As the heart beats evenly on the outstretched palm ...

Through anger
Laughed at myself.
Sang in the rain
I got drunk with drunken water.
Wandered away
I didn't feel my legs under me
All night long
He worked a miracle with his hands.

Crystal bridges
To the silvery mountains
Carved tower.
The magic gift of a dream
Forest trail pattern,
Leading nowhere ...
Riding a cloud
Lasso the cranes
Tear off snow from tops.
Having worn out, fall
With dew on the smooth surface of the fields
Stay forever ...

Having clung to the earthly chest, close your eyes, be silent and listen ...

Build a house from branches ...
Fold a bed of leaves ...
Create a miracle with your hands ...