Текст песни Павел Жарков - Свобода

White shadows
On the green grass
I opened the day
I don’t know who I am and where
Who am I and where

Strong birds
Fly south
Weak birds
Remain. I am not flying
a friend of mine

Anyway, freedom is not what I would breathe
Free from something we fall into the astral plane
Full of beauty and irreversibility
Once long banned, now beloved

White shadows
On a cold window
In the list of movements
Only the movement of thoughts at the bottom
On my own day

Shattered shutters
Torn doors
The most important thing
Believe all people, you say
Believe people?

You got lost
Captured by Awareness
Your voice was spinning
In a number of complex narratives
No delays

Eyes once
Full of light
Now like cotton
But you don't know about it
You do pirouettes on weight ...