Текст песни Эльбрус Джанмерзоев - Придумаем сами

I'm flying after you
Through smoke and fire
Cities float by
Like gray islands

You are not near, it hurts the soul, the memory
Beyond heaven, happiness
We will invent it ourselves, ourselves, ourselves, ourselves, ourselves
We will invent it ourselves, ourselves, ourselves

Catch, here's my hand
Hold, don't let go once
I dream, I fly away from you, from you, from you

You are not near, it hurts the soul, the memory
Beyond heaven, happiness
We will invent it ourselves, ourselves, ourselves, ourselves, ourselves
We will invent it ourselves, ourselves, ourselves (2 times)