Текст песни Дима Буток - Васильки

Years are flying, days are rushing,
Then - skipping, then - crawling.
Cornflowers
With an endless stroke,
And each new petal
Clearly visible in density,
Looks for the sun to the east,
On the painted canvas.

Flying leaves-islets
To the sun, straight to the east.
Sacred, on the edge of the earth,
Absorbs boiling water.
Milk is pouring over us,
We are ripped off in rapidity,
Carried madly away
On the painted canvas.

We also fly there,
At dawn, light.
The days are flying, the year rushes
Dissolve in milk.
Connecting all the canvas,
Someone heals from anguish -
Non-stop smear
Everything draws cornflowers.