элли на маковом поле - держи мою руку - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Hold my hand, squeeze it stronger, and the garden will grow on these plains. What was the end of the evening so quickly, the old sunset is apparently tired. The wet sounds of your quiet speech, muddy waters in sleepy eyes. Hold my hand, squeeze it stronger, and I will learn to hold you in your arms. Terrible pine trees sleep silently, the earth was bitter with wet wormwood. I will wait for you here in scraps of this dream - to hear you again.