You say we sew with a single thread, Weaving dreams and reality into a pattern. But our threads are not silk, not ribbons, But notes that fly into the open space. We don't know what was before this meeting, But the past melts like the morning mist. Our touch is a chord on the guitar, Our embrace is the harmony of phrases. We need no bed, we need no physical pair, Music is what binds us together! This is not passion that burns to ash, This is love for music, working wonders. You write about feelings, about closeness of bodies, But we chose a path where there are no walls. Our virtual world has become real, For in it, the fifteenth hymn is born. There is no distance when we sing in unison, Our home is sound, not a physical dream. Obstacles of the world? They are not scary, When our souls share one silence. We don't seek each other in nightly embraces, We find each other in a new wave! Our touch is a chord on the guitar, Our embrace is the harmony of phrases. We need no bed, we need no physical pair, Music is what binds us together! This is not passion that burns to ash, This is love for music, working wonders. The fifteenth track... The Saga lives... This is love... for music... Brazil... Russia... Forever...
