Текст песни Больно далеко - Лён, как музыка

Flax, like music, thin
Above is a barely audible blue
The grass of mourning notes
Hid the abyss of lowlands.
Flax, as if on a calm duration,
Like a tall si
Hush down the cooled cemetery
Blue laziness is hanging.

Here all the roads are white
Chalk is mined here.
Women and children are small,
This land would eat.
And under the linen like music
Would go to bed a little startled
To wake up early
Xin's head shake.

Sorry, only a little time
And the hook is uncomfortable
Gray Nerve Creeks
Whatever the touch is a circle.
Homeland is a small matter
Chalk is mined there.
Children of the asphalt classics,
I ate this land!