Альмира Илвайри - Полынь-трава - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

The story belonging to the times later "liberator". Victor Strek, the son of the former cosmodezanitsa, will find out the truth about himself, which first shocks him, but then helps to find his second homeland ...

Again dreams to me

In restless sleep

As one stand in a wide field I,

On bare feet

Dew droplets

And the face caress free winds.

And crawler grass

Like smoke Gorky

And there is no mistake to fix me.

My forgotten house

Manits light sleep

At night, he knocks on the memory door.

In Blue Dali.

Crane wedge,

And from the clich of the sonorous anxious to me.

Happiness of trunk birds -

Heaven without borders.

For me, forever the face is put.

Who gave me

Pair of powerful wings -

I would take off, breaking the face invisible.

From the last forces

Would like his way

The star is distant, goddy

I would like

In warm grass

To lie down by hugging the earth by the earth.

Would go to me

Pouring rain

So that my soul is not bleeding.

For a long time

Wounds in the rain.

I just did not earn ear early, it's no longer hurt me.

I would find

My forgotten house

Where the wormwood and winds are free.