Елена Войнаровская - Крылья - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Everything ever disappears - like pale stars in the morning fog, like lightness of clouds, worn by an unexpected gust of the wind, like warm sand, slowly flowing through the fingers, like the river, once leaving his source in his eternal desire to become the ocean, as time, dropping At the bottom of the priceless crystals of individual moments that die for us forever.

What strong our wings should be to climb and soar over the all-permissive impermanence of things, over an inexorable Bermuda triangle of eternity, in which all our hopes and dreams disappear.