Lyrics O.R.L.E.O.N. - три метра над небом

Here the ink hand creates by guessing
strings like a whirlpool
from the inside from afar
the soul sings slowly
but without a point and a coma
I will say everything as it is
I will put in one text
I will write all the words on paper
I will put everything in an envelope there is no address on it
but he will get to the addressee

every other day every other day every other day a couple of years
no matter winter or summer!
you will receive an envelope there is no address on it
and we are waiting for dawn
It's like the flu or the plague in cold mode
The obsessed with you began to cough
tell me where is the seventh heaven
only 3 meters above it, you are my doctor and healer
I burn like ashes crumbled into your eyes
I can create and not return back
I won't get excited, I'll destroy the damn hell
you are behind my back as behind Mount Ararat

Waited for you like a rainstorm in a hot desert
as the day waits for the night as the sun awaits
I am only yours, you are a silhouette of fantasy
First, the shadow on the light you love me masya
First, my sonnet about your hero
as if the ghost of will with love but no pain
someone's heart hurts, leave them alone
but time heals know them it will calm

And don’t ask, don’t you equalizer tune
And this is my world this world is mine
You shout to me, wait, and I will lift the heavens with your hand, we will build it ...