Lyrics Две Луны - Город из песка
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Ты долго плыл по волшебной реке,
Ты строил город из светлых улыбок,
Но был твой город хоть светел, но зыбок.
Как, вобщем, и любой город на песке.
Так привыкай, –
Как пули у виска свистят твои года.
Твой город из песка, как замок изо льда,
Растаял без следа, осталась лишь тоска.
Так привыкай к солнцу изо льда.
И круг твоих друзей исчезнет навсегда
И будет лишь музей, где горки на песке и талая вода.
Ты много пел о счастливой любви,
Ты много видел как плакали люди,
И этот запах счастливых иллюзий
Растаял навсегда у тебя в крови.
Так привыкай, –
Как пули у виска свистят твои года.
Твой город из песка, как замок изо льда,
Растаял без следа, осталась лишь тоска.
Так привыкай к солнцу изо льда.
И круг твоих друзей исчезнет навсегда
И будет лишь музей, где горки на песке и талая вода.
You swam for a long time on the magic river,
You built a city of bright smiles,
But your city was at least light, but zybok.
How, in general, and any city in the sand.
So get used to, -
Like bullets at the temple your years whistle.
Your city of sand, like a castle of ice,
Melted without a trace, there was only anguish.
So get used to the sun from the ice.
And your circle of friends will disappear forever
And there will be only a museum, where the slides on the sand and melt water.
You sang a lot about happy love,
You've seen a lot of people crying,
And this smell of happy illusions
Melted forever in your blood.
So get used to, -
Like bullets at the temple your years whistle.
Your city of sand, like a castle of ice,
Melted without a trace, there was only anguish.
So get used to the sun from the ice.
And your circle of friends will disappear forever
And there will be only a museum, where the slides on the sand and melt water.
You built a city of bright smiles,
But your city was at least light, but zybok.
How, in general, and any city in the sand.
So get used to, -
Like bullets at the temple your years whistle.
Your city of sand, like a castle of ice,
Melted without a trace, there was only anguish.
So get used to the sun from the ice.
And your circle of friends will disappear forever
And there will be only a museum, where the slides on the sand and melt water.
You sang a lot about happy love,
You've seen a lot of people crying,
And this smell of happy illusions
Melted forever in your blood.
So get used to, -
Like bullets at the temple your years whistle.
Your city of sand, like a castle of ice,
Melted without a trace, there was only anguish.
So get used to the sun from the ice.
And your circle of friends will disappear forever
And there will be only a museum, where the slides on the sand and melt water.