Текст песни Ю-Питер и Вячеслав Бутусов - Мера

Thin as a thread of arrows
Lekgy as the way home
I would rather walk
Good with you there

Stars on earth do not count
Those that fell down
I would fly with you
So as not to disappear in the dust

Her angels of the day
Cast off my prophetic dreams
The glare of fire
Burn out bold old dreams

How can I save you
From black ravens
How not to raise your sword
And do not demolish heads.

Her angels of the day
Cast off my prophetic dreams
The glare of fire
Burn out bold old dreams

Song of your dreams
I will keep in my chest
Measure my where are you
My faith is on the way