From that side of mirror glass (BG)

The last rain – already almost no rain;
Look how simple in it to find peace.
And if believe that tomorrow will be a new day, 
Then entirely easily.

Ah, if only has not ended this night;
It seems to me, my home already not a home.
Look how them light – they paint their life
On wall behind the glass.

It seems to me, I recognize myself
In that boy who reads verses;
He squeezed arrows by hand so that not ended this night,
And blood flows from the hand.

But it seems that this is just a game
From that side of mirror glass;
And here is daybreak, but we have not lost anything:
Today the same day that was yesterday.





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Альбом "From that side mirror glass"
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