Текст песни Игорь Николаев - Портрет работы поднебесного Маэстро

When I fly over the vast land of the night ,
And look into fragile moonlight .
I see transparency as a cold hand
I draw your portrait clouds .

The artist is particularly smile failed
He guessed it simple secret.
Here are just a bottomless depths of your gray eyes
Not conveyed divine portrait.

Portrait of work under heaven maestro
Let broken dreams, as mirrors
Burn all the books and will cease all bands
As soon as you're used to me has always been - 2p

And if it so be that you rasstaneshsya with me
Again, you go through life without me.
Still, I 'll be happy that the cold winter
Warmed you with your fire.

Portrait of work under heaven maestro
Let broken dreams, as mirrors
Burn all the books and will cease all bands
As soon as you're used to me has always been