Молоко Святой Коровы - Круги На Полях - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

She ate plants on a crumpled bed,

In wheat walls, her house was lost.

She ate plants on a crumpled bed,

In wheat walls, her house was lost.

Far from the road will fly on the threshold,

She was warm in the sun

Your white legs.

From yesterday and until tomorrow

(-) Harvest,

Bees drank nectar and prepared breakfast.

She ate plants on a crumpled bed,

What gagotalie crazy orchids

her?

In the roots of plants hid from their shadows, the walls bred clover, she laughed like a sweater.

New morning, launcher girl when I asked to be with you, I did not mean me, I'm so confused, but everywhere fish in banks, (-), in this strange house. In this strange house, the tiny populists are frowning and smoking some powder smoke. Time does not touch anyone, the wine is wandering around the glasses. The sorceress cries, and her tears fall on the ceiling. She is laughing.