Гори (feat. alyona alyona)

Behind me are mountains
What sorrow is there?
The curtains are closed
There, the engines don't roar

Behind me are mountains
What sorrow is there?
The curtains are closed
There, the engines don't roar

Behind me are mountains
What sorrow is there?
The curtains are closed
There, the engines don't roar

Behind me are mountains
What sorrow is there?
The curtains are closed
There, the engines don't roar

My lands
There, between the waters, stretches the forest
My skin is white
And since childhood, like everyone
I ate a black handful of soil

It flows through the veins
I'm just a human
Among millions of people
I just live and breathe the air
And I long for a new day to come in the morning

There among the mountains are flowers that no one has picked
They are not trampled by feet, they have been there forever
And we are here, and we rubbed our sneakers on the concrete
There are holes on the alleys, not stars

We were looking for something healing to apply to our wounds
Because everything is nearby, so why does it hurt so much?
The clouds have lost their way again in the snowy mountains
Everyone longs for peace, we managed
And they managed

Behind me are mountains
What sorrow is there?
The curtains are closed
There, the engines don't roar

Behind me are mountains
What sorrow is there?
The curtains are closed
There, the engines don't roar

It's not to convey antipathies
As if you hadn't missed a minute
Cross to the other shore
We won't judge
But this work is still tempting
All these events really burn
In my world, it's like Malibu

I won't say that it's not enough, this life that was given to me not to burn out
My interest flew up, it can't be diminished here
So that we don't have everything, questions arise, this empiricism continues to lead there, where it had to be
Mr. or you're lost, don't fall into the shallows with this
How much filth there was, new bumps were added, we won't fall because we're beyond the mountains

The music is not the same
We didn't fly there
Geniuses, ladies, and mannequins
There, the music, hey

The music is not the same
We didn't fly there
Geniuses, ladies, and mannequins
There, the music

The music is not the same
We didn't fly there
Geniuses, ladies, and mannequins
There, the music, hey

The music is not the same
We didn't fly there
Geniuses, ladies, and mannequins
There, the music