Братья - 09. Траурный бал - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

9. Tree ball 7:00

(Muz. Yuri Kondrashov, Sl. Artem Sindeev)

To be under a constant press in the quagmire of everyday realities, succumbing to inertia and self -deception means to get lost in an artificially created world. Reflecting values ​​is a way out of it, the main thing is that it be timely ...

Heavenly gaze was desperately falling,

Dostia with a weight on the fate of people.

You walked forward, leaving obstacles

Not knowing that you are only approaching her.

The holiday breaks into the hall.

Dorm the old walls.

I got into the kingdom of dreams

But around the mannequin.

Clumsy waltz of phantom dance

Cunningly attracts the shadow in the hall circle.

Beckoning in a jagging glossy,

Trying to close in a stone body.

The world dies - the path of dead wandering.

Strekgov leaves the earth from under his feet.

Draws dust, gray from torment,

In an illusory myth, unfulfilled dreams.

The holiday breaks into the hall.

Dorm the old walls.

I got into the kingdom of dreams

But around the mannequin

And a mourning ball.