On a small raft
Through the storm, rain and thunderstorms,
Taking only dreams and dreams
And a childhood dream,
I quietly swim away,
Only penetrate into the house at midnight,
To fill the rhymes
The world in which I live.
Well, let
Will not be easy my way,
Pulled to the bottom of the pain and sadness -
Past mistakes load.
But my raft,
Retinue of songs and words,
All my troubles out of spite
It is not so bad.
I am not of those running,
Who troubles me prophesies
They and satisfying, and easier
Solid shore.
They can not understand,
That suddenly became to me,
That I was called into the distance,
That calms me.
Well, let
Will not be easy my way,
Pulled to the bottom of the pain and sadness -
Past mistakes load.
But my raft,
Retinue of songs and words,
All my troubles out of spite
It is not so bad.
Thread in the past tear,
And then - come what may,
From the monotonous daily
I quietly swim away
On a small raft,
Only penetrate into the house at midnight,
A world full of new colors,
I, perhaps, shall find.
Well, let
Will not be easy my way,
Pulled to the bottom of the pain and sadness -
Past mistakes load.
But my raft,
Retinue of songs and words,
All my troubles out of spite
It is not so bad
My little raft,
Retinue of songs and words,
All my troubles out of spite
It is not so bad
