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Music-Chris Kelmi, lyrics-Margarita Pushkina

Lyrics:

Here is one of those stories that people argue about, And not a day, not two, but many years. It started so simply, Not with answers, but with questions, Until now there is no answer to them. Why do all plants in the world aspire to light, Why to the seas the river hurries, How we come to this world, What is the secret of simple melodies, We wanted to know for sure.

Closing the circle, you suddenly look back, There you will see the sun shining light after us. Let it rain, do not wait for past troubles from them, A sprout managed to break the stones of the passed roads.

The doors opened in the morning And the trees stretched up, The forecast was promised either snow or heat. But in the gardens of the born songs, the Wind was light and cheerful, And called us on the road for us.

Closing the circle, you suddenly look back, There you will see the sun shining light after us. Let it rain, do not wait for past troubles from them, A sprout managed to break the stones of the passed roads.

If the sun is in the palm of your hand, If the heart is drowning in sounds, You are lost for ordinary days. Midnight shines for you, And the star rushes to the rescue, Returning friends to your house.

Closing the circle, you suddenly look back, There you will see the sun shining light after us. Let it rain, do not wait for past troubles from them, A sprout managed to break the stones of the passed roads.

Each bird has its own motive, Each song has its own motive, Heaven and earth have its own motive. Let the time of the face erase, A simple thought will comfort us, We could hear the music.

Closing the circle, you suddenly look back, There you will see the sun shining light after us. Let it rain, do not wait for past troubles from them, A sprout managed to break the stones of the passed roads.

Closing the circle, you suddenly look back, There you will see the sun shining light after us.