Куплет 1:
Бежим по тонкому льду, отставая на час.
Ждем огненной бури, здесь и сейчас.
Любить, верить и ждать можно без прикрас.
Нам надо быть рядом,
Надежда на нас!
Припев:
Небо плачет, но мы слепые пришельцы.
Верим только в удачу!
Солнце устало!
Ария Света мажорный лад потеряла!
Его и так мало.
Куплет 2:
Одинокие гости на шумной Земле.
Смысл трудно искать, говоря о добре.
Рисуем, дарим цветы на прозрачном стекле,
Мир в наших ладонях! - скажем сами себе.
Припев:
Sky - is crying,
But we are blinder aliens.
We believe . We are lucking
Sun is tired.
But we can get up lights,
Get the world to desired...
Бридж:
Обычные люди, реальные истории
Пустые прогнозы, неожиданные спойлеры
No storm but the sky is crying...
Звонит будильник, но время врет.
Небо плачет, день идёт
Диссонансы будут не в счёт,
Если смазать финальный мажорный аккорд
We can bright, we can shine in the night.
We are climbing up to the height.
We will save together,
Storm is not good weather
We can! Save this!
World...
Припев:
Небо плачет, но мы слепые пришельцы.
Верим только в удачу!
Солнце устало!
Ария Света мажорный лад потеряла!
Смотри светлей стало!
Verse 1:
Running on a thin ice, an hour behind.
Waiting for the firestorm, here and now.
You can love, believe, and wait without embellishment.
We need to be near,
The Hope is on us!
Chorus:
The sky is crying, but we are blind aliens. We believe only in luck!
The sun is tired!
Aria of Light lost its major way!
There isn't enough of it.
Verse 2:
Lonely guests on a noisy Earth.
It is hard to find Meaning while talking about goodness.
Draw, give flowers on a transparent glass,
The world is in our hands! We have to tell to ourselves.
Chorus:
Sky - is crying,
But we are blinder aliens.
We believe . We are lucking
Sun is tired.
But we can get up lights,
Get the world to desired.
Bridge:
Ordinary people, real stories
Empty forecasts, unexpected spoilers
No storm but the sky is crying...
The alarm rings, but the time lies.
The sky is crying, the day is coming
Dissonances won't count,
If you spred the final major chord.
We can bright, we can shine in the night.
We are climbing up to the height.
We will save together,
Storm is not good weather
We can! Save this!
World...
Chorus:
The sky is crying, but we are blind aliens. We believe only in luck!
The sun is tired!
Aria of Light lost its major way!
Look, it's getting brighter!
