In English ...

* That we can be together, penny still has not put anyone.

*  It is difficult to catch the wind, take on this crazy world of jokes, it is difficult, I know to believe in fairy tales, yet weave them into force.

*  It can not go tell someone, if we did not come out, it is difficult to such a fate, and as long as these seven forests, rivers, and high mountains, I know that we get them.

* Always be the same, Although everything flows around us, always be, hold the rudder, and do not let it's over.

*  Are the two different planets, which is still spinning, is provided for the meeting, or reach his hands.

*  And would be as before, and again ill fortune turned us limp.

*  We share a lot of things, even more divided

*  Best where there is no more us places that hid under the wings of time

*  We're back from a long journey to their old, cozy places perfect and unshakable days, hidden in the mist of memory.

*  A party of four we brought the world the wind, suitcase full of dreams

* Rushing will not hear my train: Stop ... The little girl full of giant concerns.

*  Such moments, when we close the eyes and return to those days again shy subtle smile and cry. It is best to me, where nobody happens, does not find the way no one but us.

*  With a moderate wind, when the sun reaches our bodies, thoughts pure as air, and somewhat slower time flows, I go back a well-known way, though not to the same places, because everything is changing, I still pantha rei

* Somewhere in the old photographs looking up again, and the fate of the railroads were bringing us here, does not mean everything went on, I know, and dream about the future of sleep.

* Sooner or later it all comes back, what so suddenly dropped out of our hands, quench thirst after the great drought fall to the ground, and this will yield.

* Dream as a rainbow after the storm, black and white coloring our world, million colors.

* The black gusty storm what in the middle of the road dates back to us, unfulfilled scenario as the rain pulls away in the face.

* Fog send horizons, on the front lines we tired and in hopes of cracking seams, but in the end as a sign for the lost hearts, beautiful shine of rainbows.