Кот Басё - Утро стартует в пять - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

The morning starts at five, this has never happened before, especially in August, an over-ripe month. Time to taste wines and cities, go to where the women and water are, but I didn’t have time to do any of this. I am a traveler stuck between worlds, an unembodied person, I wake up early, I don’t know what’s what. Apples fall and roll on the grass, they are filled with amber light, and only with it can you walk through the darkness. Where are you, memory, which for the time being preserved everyone who was with me, left a part in my heart? I won’t start crying until the last moment, I don’t want either a battle or a game, I’m tired of talking and not receiving. The morning starts at five, this has not happened for hundreds of years, the days should pass in silence and work. Everything changes, and you can't regret it.

The apples glow - like large stars on the table.

Perseids, picked by someone in the gardens.