Imagine

Slows down arrows on the clock,
 Lasts a century each new step .
 Make sense every gesture and sound,
 Birds fly up from his hands.

Chorus:
 Imagine that there is no limit , there is no tomorrow.
 And everything you want - there's just me .
 Displacement of the poles , the land without brakes.

On the calendar again last leaf ,
 Each new snow - certainly clean.

Chorus:
 Imagine that there is no limit , there is no tomorrow.
 And everything you want - there's just me .
 Displacement of the poles , the land without brakes.

The sky is without beginning , without time limits.
 All that you sought - in the rustling of pages.

Chorus:
 Imagine that there is no limit , there is no tomorrow.
 And everything you want - there's just me .
 Displacement of the poles , the land without brakes.