Текст песни Для Конкурса - музыка, мечты, любовь

This phrase of Friedrich Nietzsche is absolutely correct!

Any sound can be considered as music, if there were no sounds, life was dreary and dull, it would not be life but existence. Music brings colors to our life and makes it more interesting!

We dream of hope, change, the joy of love and the bitterness of death. And then everything comes true: dreams become reality and the goal of all searches, the thirst to learn the secrets of life finally manifests itself like the rays of dawn. So much effort for the sake of meaning, goals in life. In the end, everything ends up in ourselves. General perception of incredible events and everyday life. A simple need to find loved ones, communicate and know in our hearts that we are not alone! We are all bound by our hopes, dreams. Each of us is fighting for himself, but we understand that we are not alone. Because only together we will achieve that our life is worth at least something!

You are with me - alone, you are like a part of me
You are with me when I open the window in the morning
You are with me when the silence is interrupted by trams
Their carriages float through the fog of an unbroken day
You are with me on whatever subjects my gaze slides
When fantasy birds fly to an unknown land
I involuntarily check their routes and routes with you
You are like the eternal source of my inspiration and strength
The day begins. Like waves hitting a reef
The pedestrian sea boils at every office
Above the square of the table, the square of the monitor blooms
The dance of cold shimmering numbers begins
We are in a hurry all the time. How tired of things
Hustle and bustle, mechanical ringing of the telephone
Look - the transparent crowns turned pale green
And a nondescript apple tree, like a bride, is white
In the snow-white branches, gathering, the color thickens
Each delicate flower shines with love and happiness
That to a blossoming tree our sad faces,
If the spring wind is warmed by the sparkling sun
Petal moths will rush into the sky following the wind
There is an elegant blue, there the air is clearer and cleaner
How many passionate confessions. Confessions are words, and sometimes
You drop them easily and you forget them just as easily
And serious feelings are like a powerful ore deposit
You will not notice it under the thick earth's crust
However, what to argue. After all, you still won't understand
Reason has one reason, but passion has other reasons
It will come like spring rain, not predicted by anyone
Washing the streets with a wet wave of ozone
The first thunder will die down and again grace over the earth
Only raindrops, like a bright bugle, sparkle everywhere
How good it is to wander along the spring boulevards
Wondering the blossoming trees and the sun like a miracle
In every little rain there is a world filled with radiance
As under a tiny lens and faces, and the sun, and the city
This ghostly world, like a lover, and happy and young
You don't want to think about the gray space of apartments in it.
From dawn to dawn, spring roams the streets
You fall asleep on the tram, because the day is delightfully long ..
He is full of poetry and happiness, therefore he is dear.
And for these delights, any notebook is cramped
The roofs of the sun will be closed, and the grod will drown in the darkness
But spring will not pass, and the day is just an excuse
To whisper again: "I love you ...!"