Lyrics Лукоморье - Города из цветочной пыли

The sun above the noisy pier
I'm under his rays
Wind of other worlds
My dreams are clothed ...

I have not been attracted
Cities of flower dust,
In sadness and beauty
Like candles they froze ...

As if merged in me
All the roofs, all the impressions ...
Wavy blond hair,
Eyes, quiet singing ...

Lighthouse breaks through the sky
A gentle stream of light
Smooth arches of cloth
Filled with a slow wind

I went to the ocean
The hope of knowledge
But I realized otherwise -
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In it - not a dark railing,
Not a soft red bed
Just the singing of the wind
With birdsongs like that ...