Текст песни Ксения Ат - Волчок

once on a marvelous field,
where tall flax rings
a completely innocent man
lost my sweet home
he hesitated for a second
I crept slowly
and asked him
“Have you forgotten where your soul lives?”

ugly gray like a top

with a sharp blade i am sharp
ripped the living flesh
I began to beat him off
cores to powder grind
and ran without looking around
and escaped in spite of
because there is someone very injured
waiting in the woods native hands

and now I'm like a top
and now I'm like a top ...