Анна Герман - Грошики фантазий - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

“This song seems to be a nursery in its external form - it is fabulous, performed in a touching naive arrangement, but, in fact, this is the memory of an adult about irreversible childhood, about the tales read at night, about the magical casket of happiness, about the magical bird that has grown in the same way Sine - the sky, about the fire of the lighthouse of his home ... "

From the book of Ivan Ilyicheva Anna German: "White Angel of Songs"

I remember, grandmother, it happened

As a child, a fairy tale whispered to me

About the stall of color hazers,

Where they take the pennies of fantasies in payment.

In the afternoon and at night in that larah

The miracle shines - lights.

They cannot count the color outputs in them,

Pay only ponds of fantasies.

If someone really wants to

He is without the words of the magic, immediately

Maybe a bird in reality

soak on the wings into blue,

He will excite the blue sea,

The waves of the wind are stiff.

can swim to the seas with transparent

and shine with light light,

can insert the glare of the sun

in the ringing of rural bells,

so that their copper voice flies

In white, the light is clean and free.

I believe this old fairy tale,

I know there is a nurse somewhere.

But people pass by,

The pennies of fantasies were apparently confused.