Фруктовий Сад - Midas Garden | Текст песни

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I'll pick the stones from the road
And bind them with the road dust
I'll build the wall or pyramid
The obelisk or just a house
I'll pick the fallen yellow leaves
And bind them into trees of gold
I'll put them on the silver hills
But never trust the stories told

We'll meet ourselves in Midas Garden
We're ringing bells, and golden guardian
We're time is sand, and statues bend
In Midas Garden

I see the storms on horizons
They're coming to crush this wishes place
I hear the devil laughing out
When people falling from the grace
But nothing now blocking sun
And nothing spoil the sight of the moon
The silver hills in golden dawn
The golden years are coming soon