Lyrics Типичный Ритм - Земля мечты

A star hangs on the highest system from Earth -
A planet where the "Typical Rhythm" sounds, a wave rumbles at sea.
There, instead of the Sun, the bright light of the moon, forests grow
And the waterfall pours against the backdrop of a large rock. Eyes closed
the leaves are sleeping on the branches. From the depths of the lakes
sounds are heard - streams of water are seething.
There is the eternal smell of a miracle, plenty of grass, there are miracles ...
Living birds cry from the depths of the forests ...

Or a bird flies in the sky, catching its shadow
On the field, a drop of dew falls, becomes brighter.
Everything is covered in dark blue moss.
and every noise echoes the copper mountains
The lost ringing from under the earth goes to heaven. The melody of the day
changes the silence in the morning. So high
the planet where the motive sounds is so light
water that sharpens a white reef

My dream is the light of the dark blue seas
The wave is noisy, the voice of shadows is calling into the sky,
A star burns, the smell of a miracle grass floats
There, under "Typical Blows," dreams come to life.

Every day there the wind blows, the rock is washed,
Through the forest along the living pine trees spread grass
Towards a lunar day comes a moonlit night
A noticeable melody always plays in the rain.
A new rhythm makes you change the flight of the eagle,
Stones fly down the slope, the moon yawns in the distance,
It turns out, giving in to the smoke, a thick fog
From the ground. Lays down by force
Eternal Dawn. Favorite dance: to the beat
Oaks are swinging. For every millimeter of sushi -
Underground passages. Everywhere traces
wild animals. Motive plays to everyone
became warmer. And enjoy the freedom
living land. And everyone is free only to the rhythm sounding for
green fields. Erases
Time under the eternity of nights. Merges
With a sea creek ...

My dream is the light of the dark blue seas
The wave is noisy, the voice of shadows is calling into the sky,
A star burns, the smell of a miracle grass floats
There, under "Typical Blows," dreams come to life.

Noise is heard - anxiety fills the land of sleep,
Everything subsides. Silent silence
And only the rhythm is gaining strength. From the depths of the rocky mountains
How to raise a flame. Bonfire -
Lava flows down, a hill wraps steam
The river is washed off, a volcano sleeps under the smoke. From afar
The voice of heaven is heard. Whispers
Forgotten words, swinging the body to the beat
That star. Have a better sleep
Only the smell of a miracle - Living grass.
The sea changes color from blue to
White tears. Blind haze
Blowing fire from the ashes. A star is falling
The earth cools down and imperceptibly for a dream
Days pass and a sweet sound over the planet -
Flowing water from a large rock

My dream is the light of the dark blue seas
The wave is noisy, the voice of shadows is calling into the sky,
A star burns, the smell of a miracle grass floats
There, under "Typical Blows," dreams come to life.