Текст песни
When the words cold and dry curdle the evening at midnight
And there will be no hope left to survive in the extinguished lonely darkness
When the reflection of a day rejected by someone s miraculous finger is invisible
You listen to the whispers and the breath that the wind brings in the gray silence
Do not leave the berths of the silence of the earthly abode of goodness
Do not allow alien touches out of intentions and flattery
Let there be a game that was not born by anyone
Dons slet the frantic news spin around like a broken carousel
Neither you, nor I, nor anyone else will stand in your way
He wons smeet you on the path or on the road
And you and I are the only one who wants to find our secret horizon
With the blue eyes of my beloved, gentle and a little strict
Nobody...No one else...No one else...No one else
May the Atlas of the Mortal and Evil world not remain untouched
When the fragrance of endless peace does not grow out of the scent of flowers
And the ripe ear does not call with a call to break its shackles
The wave of your soul will show the ember of Hope of the eternal sun
Do not leave the berths of the silence of the earthly abode of goodness
Do not allow alien touches out of intentions and flattery
Let there be a game that was not born by anyone
Dons slet the frantic news spin around like a broken carousel
Neither you nor I, nor anyone else will stand in your way
Nor will they meet you on the path of darkness or the road
And only with you I want to find our secret horizon
With the gaze of your blue eyes, which are tender and a little strict
No one...no one else...no one else...no one else
You know that my barely audible whisper is only for you, for you alone
No one else, no one else can understand or hear it
The stream of hope, our hope, is ignited by the response to our prayers
And it fills the corners of our hearts and souls, replacing the rustling that has become quieter...quieter
No one...no one else...no one else...no one else...no one else
Dons sleave the shores of the tranquility of the earthly abode of goodness
Dons sallow yourself to be touched by the intentions and flattery of others
Let the game that was never born remain behind the circle
Let the broken carousel of unfulfilled promises not spin
Neither you nor I, nor anyone else will stand in your way
Nor will they meet you on the path of darkness or the road
And only with you I want to find our secret horizon
With the gaze of your blue eyes, which are tender and a little strict
No one...no one else...no one else...no one else
