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Автор Khaliff, 29.12.2006, 11:27
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Коммунизм - альбом "Хроника пикирующего бомбардировщика"
Birds of paradise
Who are you ?
Who am I ?
Is it real to touch the sky ?
Nothing's real for the sky,-
Said the birds of paradise
-I'm afraid, can't you see ?!?
Tell me, where you carry me ?
-You will soon realize! -
Said the birds of paradise.
-Flying home, flying home
To the land that you once had known,
To the peace that once was true
For a little girl like you.
-Flying home, flying home
From the world that is made of stone
Till your heart is light and free
Like it once was meant to be...
-...How can I go ahead,
When my eyes are becoming wet ?
-Save your tears!
Dry your eyes!
Said the bird of paradise.
...
-By the time is passing by
Say, how long we have to fly?
-Moon will set...
Sun will rise! -
Said the bird of paradise
...
-Flying home, flying home
To the land that you once had known,
To the peace that once was true
For a little girl like you.
-Flying home, flying home
From the world that is made of stone
Till your heart is light and free
Like it once was meant to be...
-Watch the sun!
And here's the light!
Now I know what I've heard was right!
-Morning sun can make you wise,-
Said the bird of paradise...
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