BrainStorm - Māsa Лирицс транслатион то енглисх

Sister

I drew winter
I ran out of the colour white
I drew a cricket on the wall
It shall now be my sister
 
I thought, that a flood began
And swept away my home
I ran away from everything
I left nothing there
 
In the morning someone shall return...
And with beautiful chalks will draw us
The moon shall be bright
We shall run to polish until our sleeves wear through
In the morning my sister shall return
And maybe... so shall I
 
Many jealous eyes
Live on the globe
My drawn sister
I shall never give away
 
In the morning someone shall return...
And with beautiful chalks will draw us
The moon shall be bright
We shall run to polish until our sleeves wear through
In the morning my sister shall return
And maybe... so shall I
 


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