Lyrics 7 Раса - Куклы становятся старше

Fairy-tale world
The cotton sparkles like snow.
In the room where the eyes are burning
Believe it or not.
Considering up to a hundred ...
Believing that it will not pass by
Shivering worlds wave,
Only whisper, please

You are a magical light ...
And there are no prohibitions ...
Only do not cry in the morning.

Lead me
Dear soft snowy trails,
And the color is gray, the same white,
Only tired.
Hold me...
Although I'm unlikely to run.
Us time is rubbing with sand,
And even dolls are getting older

The time has gone...
But again trying to repeat
Experiences of the first phrases,
I'm pulling the thread again,
It is difficult to look at the eyes.
Squinting, catching the smiles of those,
Do not distrust the brakes,
But who will ultimately pull out all of them?

In that magical light,
Where there are no bans ...
Only do not cry in the morning.

Lead me
Dear soft snowy trails,
And the color is gray, the same white,
Only tired.
Hold me...
Although I'm unlikely to run,
Us time is rubbing with sand,
And even dolls are getting older

Lead me
Dear soft snowy trails,
And the color is gray, the same white,
Only tired.
Hold me...
Although I'm unlikely to run,
I did not know,
That even the dolls get older ...