[Verse 1: David Brown & Misha Korneev]
You were born in '67
About 9 o'clock at night
Light for us, evening, May
We're dancing on the water
A couple years before I lost control
And ended up inside
Guess who has recognized us?
We draw him
I'll become here for you
The most sonorous lyre
Sing, let words fly
To the top of the world
[Chorus: David Brown & Misha Korneev]
The clouds in Camarillo
(To the top of the world)
Shimmer with a light that's so unreal
(To the top of the world)
Now I fear the stories that they told me
(To the top of the world)
Of how I hurt my baby must bе somehow true
[Verse 2: David Brown & Misha Korneev]
I stopped taking all my pills
Thеy made me feel so dead inside
Time is running and no one
Will ask him
Just like the sun was going out
I didn't think I could survive
This know only he
He'll ask for you
To sing some words
Of the old motive
And this words will fly
To the top of the world
[Chorus: David Brown & Misha Korneev]
The clouds in Camarillo
(To the top of the world)
Shimmer with a light that's so unreal
(To the top of the world)
Now I fear the stories that they told me
(To the top of the world)
Of how I hurt my baby must be somehow true
[Verse 3: David Brown & Misha Korneev]
Now I'm writing from a caravan
Behind your nana's place
Sun play with fire
We play with wind
I think my spirit will be happier
With the stars in outer space
Light for us, we together
Will be ashes
And when sun come down
You ask me
Take with
To the top of the world
[Chorus: David Brown & Misha Korneev]
The clouds in Camarillo
(To the top of the world)
Shimmer with a light that's so unreal
(To the top of the world)
Now I fear the stories that they told me
(To the top of the world)
Of how I hurt my baby must be somehow true
The clouds in Camarillo
(To the top of the world)
Shimmer with a light that's so unreal
(To the top of the world)
Now I fear the stories that they told me
(To the top of the world)
Of how I hurt my baby must be somehow true
[Outro: Marina Sala]
The clouds in Camarillo
Shimmer with a light that's
So unreal
Now I fear the stories
That they told me
Of how I hurt my baby
Must be somehow true