элли на маковом поле - путешествие в книги - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Would take you, your hair taste ripe strawberries and stubbid in the most distant and dark corner of the attic, on the marked pages of my children's favorite book. In the fabulous world of sugar wool and blackberry bushes, I would hide your colors from the winds, collecting glare in the sun. In the evenings, you would kit in my coat falling asleep under the fairy tales Anderson, and Dwarked danced, barely touching the earth. / That day the sun would be particularly bright, and the cranes would fly in the sky. But I stand in front of you, in the eyes of the emptiness, and the hair of the taste of ripe strawberries. You think about the imminent return home, and I'm talking about our journey to the book.