Кипелов - Выше

You came here while breeze were singing
Right from unknown far-off lands.
In a black silk dress, you're bringing
Moonlight in your hands.

Put your arms around my shoulders
And the mist of walls are stopped.
Burst of light, all words are over.
We are on the top.

We fly together on the town.
Let  it be like it was, let's burn it down!


Higher! Higher!
Voices of the crowd gets quiet.
And it's higher
Our midnight flight.
Higher! Higher!
There's the Moon can't take you out.
Higher! Higher!
For those who believe
The stars will be light.


Everything below in motion,
Raised alarms and blow their horns.
Grav pull pressing our emotions.
How we overcame these forms?

The free wind is giving chances –
It brings us the blackest steeds.
Sleep well, oh my lovely places,
You're the heart of native breeds.


We're flying over our place.
Let's heaven's edge right now are burned in flames!

Higher! Higher!
Quiet calls of people's choir.
And it's higher
Our midnight flight.
Higher! Higher!
There's the Moon stop our desire.
Higher! Higher!
For those who believe
The stars will be light.