ZAHARENKOFF - Посмотри на небо - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Look at the sky - you see the clouds ...

In the rain, they are sad, and you forget about sadness.

Having your breath, just listen

Follow heavenly moisture path

After all, not just drops, and not moisture

then the great plan of the Creator

The sky is filled with heavy good

Like a love of a father's heart

sending your favorite children

Instruction last words

that they break us like leaves from branches

And they give us a living right

Our pure and little souls

yell the earth with pouring rain

In the sky, the rainbow grows from a puddle

So the rain became the day

All similar are all equal

a flurry of a flurry together, and a tear alone

waves of ships, avalanche mountains

On the grass of dew and in heaven thunderstorm

But the wind and big ... We will have to prodigate us alone, keeping our dreams of our desires to dissipate to different places, we roll up from the roofs of houses and crown of trees, we will choose the usual path of the habitual path of rolled droplets in which it remains only to step for a flower for the peony flower to whom grain on the tops of the mountains to whom with friends beat in the foot of the slope to whom the buckets of the enemy bonfire ... We can all the little gods without us, there is no sea, we are not immense without the sky and are non -missed by our roads where we are always wandering and forever looking for the answer. Find a native stream, give my father to find your wave so that I have a life -giving sip for a thirsty in captivity to become capricious as a mighty summer thunder and serve for the benefit of two hearts that hiding together under an umbrella in a place, they are strode to carry your idea a great without pouring garbage into the purest A pond without pride, because the stream is faceless but great, its joint work give friends to become a block with a strong white -stone wall that it will not collapse under the frosty insult and melted only with good heat, we are all the blood of each other in our veins, we are all our tears on my cheeks in trembling arms and betrayals In the nervous hot moisture in your arms, look at the sky you see clouds, follow the heavenly moisture, melt into the heart a crumb of burning about the creator of heaven, do not forget