Sitting on a Beautiful Hill
Сидя на красивом холме
Перевод: Михаил Морозов
Sitting on the beautiful hill,
I often see the dreams and you know what they say?
That life is not a matter of money or women
Nor it a matter of old folklore, or New Wave
But place, we go blindly through, is so weird.
And all we have with us is our joy and our fear.
Fear, that we are worse than we could be
And joy of knowing that we're in safe hands.
But in each dream
I just cannot deny ... And I run far away.
Run somewhere, but when I wake up
I just hope you will be with me. . . .
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