Some forget the sun
Quilts ,
Another incredulous holiday
Gives no paper flowers .
Lanterns made of plastic
Melt with their fingers,
I will sing :
Shine on, my color ,
I do not here a road ,
Night - midnight , noon - day , you can not relax ,
Xochesh -not want - burn my color ,
Adonis .
On the way from the angel to the beast
Star dies of thirst ,
I also wanted to be clean,
But I'm not stronger than others.
Once they wake up
And they see the sky ,
I will sing :
Shine on, my color ,
I do not here a road ,
Night - midnight , noon - day , you can not relax ,
Xochesh -not want - burn my color ,
Adonis .
I did not play their game -
They walked in the tracks ,
Capricious children gods of iron ,
Paper flowers in the fire.
I know that everything will be
One begins to run out ,
I will sing :
Shine on, my color ,
I do not here a road ,
Night - midnight , noon - day , you can not relax ,
Xochesh -not want - burn my color ,
Adonis .
My nightingale Young ,
You tonenkay voice .
Otchupisya from me ,
I was a stranger to the efforts of ...