Lukomorye Has A Wonderful City

[minimalistic instrumentation, wonderful fantasy experimental] [Verse] Near Lukomorye lies the city of wonders, Where dreams come true. In the shadow of the mighty oaks, bathed in the light of the moon, Ancient secrets are hidden, time stretches Like delicate strings. Streets, like winding rivers, are woven into the heart,
Beating in the rhythm of life.
[minimalistic instrumentation, wonderful fantasy experimental] [Chorus]
Oh, lukomorye, my house of dreams! The sun is shining here, And the sounds of nature are gently singing. I keep this nonsense in my heart,
Where every moment is a fabulous flight. Hey, look at how the stars are shining, How close our dreams are.
[minimalistic instrumentation, wonderful fantasy experimental] [Verse 1]
There is a stray cat, a faithful friend, whispering fairy tales under white birches, and mermaids in the evening shadows dancing to the rhythm of forgotten magic. In the morning, when the world falls asleep, I hear a whisper: don't be afraid, friend, this is just a game, there is no sadness here.
[minimalistic instrumentation, wonderful fantasy experimental] [Chorus]
Oh, lukomorye, my house of dreams! The sun is shining here, And the sounds of nature are gently singing. I keep this nonsense in my heart,
Where every moment is a fabulous flight. Hey, look at how the stars are shining, How close our dreams are.
[minimalistic instrumentation, wonderful fantasy experimental] [Verse 2]
There are no mighty oaks, as in ancient legends,
But there is a bright light shining under a clear sky,
Dreams come alive, where everything is possible,
In the alleys where the shadows of everyday life,
Through the hum of cars among the crowd,
The wind whispers: ancient tales to me
About people's lost dreams.
[minimalistic instrumentation, wonderful fantasy experimental] [Chorus]
Oh, lukomorye, my house of dreams! The sun is shining here, And the sounds of nature are gently singing. I keep this nonsense in my heart,
Where every moment is a fabulous flight. Hey, look at how the stars are shining, How close our dreams are.
[minimalistic instrumentation, wonderful fantasy experimental] [Verse 2]
And the old baba yaga, striving into the distance on a broomstick, Keeps ancient legends in her soul, She whispers to us: Don't miss it, the secrets of the Lukomorye are your reality.
[minimalistic instrumentation, wonderful fantasy experimental] [Bridge] Beyond the edge of visibility, where the mystery lurks,
A melodious echo of ancient music is heard,
And every moment is like a fresh note,
Merges into a harmony of feeling