Pazl - Новый и лучший мир - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Let time be the creditor, but somewhere he is delirious and like in the movies, rain and minor and everything is dark, but there is one source,

the forces of goodness and truth, the message is good, it is the whole world of lines,

and although the whole world is strict, at the same time he climbed into the fire, calling it a game,

All that could have been, arrived home, went to the bottom,

Forgive me for the pain, how much is with you, how much is overboard, more than enough worries, follow me ahead.

Our path is woven to no avail, or maybe everything here is from the lines of jokes,

Here, who are you and me, or a pair of weighty ones, or have fallen to the voids, I froze silently,

Bottomless, like evening and night in one, empty like my false carriage,

Ours is the horizon where the languor of the surf will wash away all the bitterness and pain,

it's all over again.

And through the ellipsis it is seen as a palm in the palm of your hand,

and everything that two are part of one will remind you that the heart is intertwined with yours,

The rain is falling, making the asphalt black, as gray everyday life will be replaced by oblivion and darkness,

you just have to call and I myself will decorate your skies,

let spring play, let the breeze in your hair, you deserve to be yourself,

and the happiest one to get what fate calls for in a dream

I am with you, your soldier, shield and sword, your steel,

After all, even behind the ornate layout, broken nerves, ice and traps, there is only her, in my arms, the one who saves me, together we fall into the secret world where we drowned, where the face is so beautiful, tenderness in an embrace with hot passions, time wasted .

Your white face is as close as poetry, every bend and movement,

Slowly, blissfully, momentarily, truly lost, in this element, like the sea near the shore,

I will protect, with strength and will, my dear one with trepidation,

time is not a problem for us, this has been tested more than once.

And despite our dreams, do not waste our happiness,

We are two artists, one love is enough for us,

We're like Bonnie and Clyde, only Puzzle and Merik,

We waited for a long time for the signal, in front of the open door.

And despite our dreams, do not waste our happiness,

We are two artists, one love is enough for us,

We're like Bonnie and Clyde, only Puzzle and Merik,

Leaving into the distance forever, we close the doors.

We close the doors of lies, betrayal, having measured life, we burn,

Like a ship flying through the atmosphere into space,

Fly with me through the thorns of the tower,

Into the starry distances, and behind a closed door, I said, leaving vice and the threshold.

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Look, this is my soul, there is a cold knife and a heavy burden in it,

It looks like the coat was worn, thrown away, is that possible?

It’s sickening, and the lie was her death sentence, in spite of it, she, trembling inside, vehemently argues with fate,

Rejecting ambition and the throne, she hid so deeply again.

But I will open it for you, look, touch, tame and take,

For her you are already the whole world,

But in front of you, I will open it, look, touch, tame and take,

For her, you are already the whole world.

A world in which you want to sing, a world for two hymns of love, we are intertwined, little you, there is a whole world, for this soul, storm or calm to pass through, these paths without losing particles, smile at me and saying goodbye to everyone, we fly to the heights ,

Where the vines, the joy of melodies, will be given by a piano and on the sheets, the gloss of robes lies in front of us, we are barefoot, in a scattering of stars, our cosmos flickers, and the wax running from the candle quietly pours onto the oak boards, as if you were kissed by fate, I am at your feet I gently remove your shackles, bewitched by your beauty,

You know, even the balcony is smoky, and the stops are under blizzards,

The views are gloomy, they will become cozy with you, everything is suddenly somehow wrapped up,

Blues and purple, as if, and in the intertwining of hands the miracle of urban,

Watch us as if it were a film about love, with a confusing plot, a new and better world.