На Луче... [Na Luche...] [English translation]
На Луче... [Na Luche...] [English translation]
On a ray...
On a ray...
On a ray...
Among phantom rocky rapids,
Where the crazy star is trembling,
Trembling under the strict watchful eye of skies.
After playing with you briefly,
The long road will lead astray and
Will again leave hanging out to dry.
In the midst of spring where heart is going mad,
Where you won't be asked who you are and what for,
Where light breeze and day just wants to hang itself,
On transparent sunlight ray of yore.
Having tasted shame so painful,
He's become disgraceful traitor,
He's prepared to give up all for sip of bliss.
As if he has been spellbound,
Having lost the will and reason,
On his own he goes, he leads himself amiss.
In the midst of spring where heart is going mad,
Where you won't be asked who you are and what for,
Where light breeze and day just wants to hang itself,
On transparent sunlight ray of yore.
On a ray...
On a ray...
On a ray...
Are there demons over him?
By internal fever rushed,
He is hurrying, he can't wait in remiss.
As if he has been spellbound,
Having lost the will and reason,
On his own he goes, he leads himself amiss.
On a ray...
On a ray...
On a ray...
- Artist:Piknik (Russia)
- Album:Мракобесие и джаз 2007
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