Castle (BG) 

Good luck to those who are searching,
Peace to those who are sleeping. 
Flame of leaves goes out,
They're trampled down in granite.
It's more lamentably than sorrow –
To name by sister the sorrow, 
Which the stone keeps…

And in the sky with black Indian ink –
Cast iron and splash branches
Will interweave in your line,
And the night will be lighter.
Let your step will be easy,
Until the dream is not over.
Most beautiful in your life…





"Bridge"
Альбом "From that side mirror glass"
Альбомы Б.Г.
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