Mihailsk
Ουρανέ
"Heaven, no, I won't say yes.
Heaven, my far away friend.
How can I accept affection from another's arms?
How do I accept? My mother is the earth.
How to deny the blonde light of the life?
Ah, heaven... It hurts far away...
Every evening I look at the sky,
the blue one,
and I hear a voice,
festive bell
to motivate me.
Every Sunday tells me to go there,
there, there,
that build a nest
strange birds
on the sun's steps.
Heaven, no, I won't say yes.
Heaven, my far away friend.
How can I accept affection from another's arms?
How do I accept? My mother is the earth.
How to deny the blonde light of the life?
Ah, heaven... It hurts far away...
Every evening I look at the sky,
the blue one,
and a crazy voice,
like a caress and a threat
calls me close.
Every Sunday tells me to go there,
there, there,
gives me oceans,
bright comets
and whatever the mind sets..."
Ουρανέ
"Heaven, no, I won't say yes.
Heaven, my far away friend.
How can I accept affection from another's arms?
How do I accept? My mother is the earth.
How to deny the blonde light of the life?
Ah, heaven... It hurts far away...
Every evening I look at the sky,
the blue one,
and I hear a voice,
festive bell
to motivate me.
Every Sunday tells me to go there,
there, there,
that build a nest
strange birds
on the sun's steps.
Heaven, no, I won't say yes.
Heaven, my far away friend.
How can I accept affection from another's arms?
How do I accept? My mother is the earth.
How to deny the blonde light of the life?
Ah, heaven... It hurts far away...
Every evening I look at the sky,
the blue one,
and a crazy voice,
like a caress and a threat
calls me close.
Every Sunday tells me to go there,
there, there,
gives me oceans,
bright comets
and whatever the mind sets..."