Текст песни Ольга Афраймович - Золотой волос

so it's time to get a seal
the sun is dead on your hands
lull
pluck out golden hair

in the epicenter of the body dreamed
the apple rolled to the moon
insomnia has two sayings
stay at the intersection

the sun hid behind quotation marks
and the double ran after matches
we'll have a wolfish time till the morning
wait for the shout of the wine growers

this is mine for growth
my nobody untouched grapes
my crusade for doubling
my answer is now

splash of shadows in anticipation of the blue
my body is tired of being a battlefield
but who wants to sing "el dona macaw"
he is ready to appreciate the beauty of the blow

& quot; senya serus de nostra & quot; and air burning
these nights are as sharp as the sky ray
in the darkness behind the veins, prisoners were discovered
bare heartbeat

bumping into strangers & quot; you & quot;
floats doors and rooms
refracting each of those mirrors
a new meeting is waiting around the corner of the pupil

anything will do for a
except the faith of raw gunpowder
see the walls are already wounded
bare side of my outskirts

More to bear there is nothing the coal is pure
shut your furnace button
dream of inequality
pray for my liberators

who else will finish the fall
away from the haunted city
who will destroy the house will take the children away
the easiest death of all deaths

the regenerated sun goes into growth
three hair fall on the platform
with a clear ringing of issued barriers
sunny grapes will play