Heaven
Blends the brightest hues.
Heaven
Is the shade I like to use.
You take
The brush of a sunny day
And portray me your way.
Heaven
Is the bond between.
Wish I
could change things that have been.
Wish I
Could be a bird that sings
And flies up to heav'n on its wings.
There
On the height
All feels bright,
All feels light.
There,
Far and wide
Feeling bright,
Feeling light.
Someone
Will tell me,
'Look around.
Wake up,
Get back on the ground.
Life's plain,
Painting all it can
The colour of trouble and pain'.
There
On the height
All feels bright,
All feels light.
There,
Far and wide
Feeling bright,
Feeling light.
Somewhere
There, in Heaven
All feels bright,
All feels light.
Ал. Макаревич, А. Морсин (1999). Небо
Перевод на английский язык: М. Ю. Тютиков, 07 марта 2020 г.
Heaven
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