Текст песни ostatok - время начинать приключение

time to start adventure by changing
magic fragments and travel thread
like samples on Barial's songs,
time to start your adventure
recognizing the Barents Sea, all the wells,
deserts and mountains, I go
to a new magical world with their
chaotic travelers along the paths of the OZ country
and Alice's rabbit holes,
into Narnia's closet, which in fact
huddled in my cluttered
armchairs in the room, it is strewn all over
photographs of what is native.

and everyone's faces rested on my bed
the most adorable creatures,
and pictures swept along the walls
furies and hippos, shamans beat tams there,
and those who loved danced
and held my hand
dancing to Tyler,
we were stuck in forgotten movies
horrors of the nineties, and there,
like in Transylvania we got drunk
and threw about the ground, but we got up again,
After all, there is a letter to the owl mail again -
time to start your adventure

through the noise, through the living forest,
and the wind whispers something, quietly,
my dog ​​and hamster started talking
in my language, it must be a witch
from the Shire that I met in the shop
trying to get drunk on the black street
near the black castle
in a bar unknown to me
new maze
long forgotten city of hills,
that looked at my shadow
with their yellow windows nozzles,
met in search of princesses
in boarded up prisons
moaning, but I made my way through
these bumps in the road with their pack,

because it's time to start the adventure
under the tender birds singing,
take risks, develop more adrenaline,
throw magic dust
touch the dawn with your fingers,
find a white rabbit in it,
pull out, he will ask a riddle,
to which my love
just the right answer
and I'm stuck among all these important
women of strange planets,
your hand like the last picket.
time to start adventure
through a tirade of jokes, fun
feel the touch of a loved one,
exhausted and smoldering to enter the road,
which leads nowhere
it's like chasing without a broomstick
behind the snitch,

and only pictures are left of you
the structure of touch is trampled
my shoes among the stars,
that crumble and fall like beacons
on the path that I left
in order to get lost
and put on a new show every day,
pulling out the whole galaxy of strange dreams
for you to see, crowded around
the most real wild tribe,
so take my hand
holding tight
it's time to start an adventure
go to the mecca of secrets
and to the trembling of attraction,
new days, new dreams,
a new tale for an old game,
you can become the son of this river,
go on a raft along the Volga
to a mysterious island
where you can be children again,

my inner Neverland
these are all these verses,
immerse yourself in them for a moment
because it's time to start the adventure
burning back bridges
fluttering like a moth
bonfires flashed by
but we were heading into new dreams
with a breath of petals
fresh roses
and the kingdom of tender and enchanting vines,
time to start the adventure,
Listen,
time to start the adventure.