Текст песни Глоры - Крым

I go,
     I look out the window -
flowers
      yes the sky is blue
then your nose is a magnolia
then in your eye
              wisteria.

On milk
             replaced
                       teas
in shine
            moon charms
And in the afternoon
          and at night
                   on chair
water
     running, growling.

Under the scary
                  custody
                           wave fighters
the depths of the waters are rotting
outcast
                       from palaces
newts and naiad.

And in the palaces
                  another life:
getting fed up
              water whim,
go, worker,
                    and lie down
in bed
grand duke.
Mountain-mountains are burning,
and the sea is blue-eyed.
People
         accelerated repair
in huge
               Crimean smithy.