Лагуз - Периферия чудес - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

As a picture that lacks a stroke to finally become a masterpiece,

As if a puzzle without a single part; In the middle, emptiness is so ridiculous, imperfect -

My strange dream in the maze of houses, a string of lights, dragged on:

Perfect scenery for happiness, which is not ...

In the window, not in the era, naive mittens for lovers,

Moments disappear, by happiness by a draw not fertilized,

And with cloudy eyes, a sad city gives me palaces and temples - wondering why I am not happy ...

Like a tribute to my faith, the magic doors are about to miss out -

But I don't need anything without you, I don't need anything without you,

And I remain inside, on the periphery of miracles in the corridors of the black

And I don't need anything without you, I don't need anything without you ...

Somewhere there, two learn to make figures from chocolate: mouths are covered up,

Somewhere there, two in an electric train go somewhere on Ladoga-they are not me or you ...

Even the fact that lives and breathes, multiplying to zero, you turn to zero; I am waiting for a revelation from above, but only a new pain comes from above.

Here the resources of living water have long been exhausted, and I have to

Day after day to sow on the sidewalks of the star, which you for some reason seek in the sky ...

The city turned to the question: he, like any man, is confused at the sight of tears, offering palaces by inertia ...

My last springboard, and the top of the peaks in openwork from snow lace -

But I don't need anything without you, I don't need anything without you ...

Do you want to take all the palaces all the temples? - Anything will not get worse

And I don’t need anything without you, I don't need anything without you ...

I think it, I can already go too fate and karma like bundles,

Watching how they choose a garland at the Christmas fair, those that are not me and you ...

I torn to pieces, I will soon die of peritonitis of happiness,

And the puzzle will collapse, and canvases will break ...

But I know in one of the beautiful buildings

There is an apartment with a flowing crane

Shabby bathroom and roof strokes -

I have not been there, but I see it;

Wiring wiring;

In the kitchen, the oven is sad about a charlotte,

Misses a closet, empty and nobody,

And the door is still waiting for the turning of the keys ...

Turning the keys, and magic nights, and friends invited to dinner -

But I don't need anything without you, I don't need anything without you,

I remain inside the periphery of miracles in the corridors of the black

And I don't need anything without you

I do not need anything without you, and tears fall down, leaving scars on the ground ...

And the sad city nearby escorts me with a look ...

He is not to blame that I do not need palaces ...