Lyrics ЛЁТЧИК ПОТАПОВ - Будет Всё Лучшее

There will be all the best

* * *
Grass through the chest!
The sun will grow up with the paths!
Joy through my sadness!
The liberties of feelings,
Passing the tread in a lie,
If only the sun has risen!
The sun is clear, to the morning
There will be all the best !!!

* * *
In the heart of longing!
In the spring, the impregnated rain will go
The wing of relief will fall on the chest!
Bird flocks sings the wind!
Eyes in the fogs will go on the road!
In the way, the sun will grow up!
There will be all the best !!!

* * *
The fragility of glass
Draws from memory images of feelings,
Dustly roads, longing !!!
I ate me
Presses! Fuck! Press the knees in the chest!
I know that here it is happiness!
Sunny warm, you wait!
There will be all the best !!!