Текст песни Между Сказкой и былью - Отрывок

They will play Schubert’s music in the evenings, and candles will burn nearby. They will thumb through thin book pages and read. They will sit in a chair covered with a blanket listening to the sound of wind and rain on an autumn evening. They will go out into the garden in the morning, inhaling the cold predawn air and stepping barefoot on the grass. They will see the northern lights - an unknown artist paints the night skies with a huge brush. They will paint themselves, and they will have all their hands in paint. Always rolled up sleeves of an old checkered shirt and an old easel. They will be silent, understanding each other without words, or, they will speak, about different things: the important, the absurd, the absurd, the ordinary, or the magic. They will LIVE.