Living in the Yellow... - Parallel Worlds (Муз. Дмитрий Чистяков, сл. Д. Чистяков, Милена Бжассо)
LIVING IN THE YELLOW PIECE OF GROUND (music – Dmitry Chistyakov, lyrics – Dmitry Chistyakov, Milena Bzjasso)
Living in the yellow piece of ground - Beginning of the end, the end of love that left, (It)'s impossible to keep her breath, the wind in clouds has carried away all joy that you had felt, oh, Living in the yellow, Try to be a fellow Living in the yellow piece of ground...
Look around, desert comes through your soul. The winning of the world couldn't make you lucky when You loved her every sigh, but now the wall Between your eyes, between your hands and one way train to living in the Yellow comes to point of Hell, oh, for Living In The Yellow Piece Of World...
We are living in dreams - in the parallel worlds, Separated by hundreds of lines There are walls between them and the fear that prevents Us from coming and looking behind.
You get up with the dawn, She's asleep with the dusk; It drops funeral light on my face, And if you go away, she'll come back to the town Nothing else can be like this disgrace.
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Living in the yellow piece of ground - Beginning of the end, the end of love that left, (It)'s impossible to keep her breath, the wind in clouds has carried away all joy that you had felt, oh, Living in the yellow, Try to be mellow For Living in the yellow piece of ground...
She sees your sight every night in her ill-natured dreams Where the happiness is easy and true She won't give it to anyone, never release And She'll never confide it to you
But you won't hear the calls from your Moon's empty side They are sent by her heart from below You will hurt her again; she'll look down into your eyes, You'll consider: that is just a show.