Бекхан - Вальс - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Blue horses raced across a white field. He tied a bear claw under the horse's throat. So as not to be jinxed for an hour, omens are forced. A crazy old man told me about the signs. No matter how you circle, a dashing pursuit will overtake you, Lives will be left to the stroke of the trigger, Cold and heat will decorate the picture of agony, The light will not wait for the response of the eye pupil.

I'm not afraid of death, But I'm in no hurry - We'll circle around with her, We'll circle around.

Everything for later, but for now only a white field Jokingly outlined my eyelid with a paper frame. Squeezing my hand until it crunches, frantic pain, The crown of creation - man - drags me into life. Somehow I don’t like what you call me here, How you divided what is evil and what will be good. I decided to look at the bright colors in a spread - A clenched hand with a grin is taken to the crease.

Grief is not a problem, Pain is not forever - With it we will still circle, We will circle.

Some are at the top, but some are like lead at the end of their life. There are still those who will never fly again. Let out your hand and perhaps you will find that someday you will be unselfishly forgiven.

Grief is not a problem, Pain is not forever - With it we will still circle, We will circle.