When the Sun is blushing
When the lights are fading
When the lying is fashion
When sincerity is staging
You don’t have to be scared
Of these bright constellations
And of these self-proclaimed
Leaders and organizations
Not so far from the home
Not so far from the youth
Buried in monochrome
He is looking for the truth
In these bright red rays
Of the scorching Sun
He’s writing meaningful poems
And guitar songs
The days are filled with strangled screams
The nights are fillеd with smell of birch leaves
Thе field looks like a perfect scene-a
And the smell – krasnaya ryabina
The news are filled with lines about thieves
While they are stealing something big
And in this field of blooming green-a
You feel the smell – Krasnaya Ryabina
Night is coming on
He closes all the windows
He closes all the doors
To avoid wrong whispers
And he closes his eyes
In tries to get some sleep
But the voices of lies
Are already whispering
Why do actors in life
Play better than in movies
They’re so good at strifes
If they’re wearing hoodies
Directors want to see on stage
Life in all its manifestations
But they erase the pages
Of statements and declarations
The days are filled with strangled screams
The nights are filled with smell of birch leaves
The field looks like a perfect scene-a
And the smell – krasnaya ryabina
The news are filled with lines about thieves
While they are stealing something big
And in this field of blooming green-a
You feel the smell – Krasnaya Ryabina
Krasnaya Ryabina (*4)
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Lee Viab Lyrics – Krasnaya Ryabina