Lyrics Роман Гаврилин - Белочка

And to whom the Forest Old Man laughed,
To whom Squirrel kissed her mouth under the tree,
Tom an apple on the tree will seem
The magic berries will open
Tom’s close to home
Happiness instead of heart
Tom tales and riddles
In a spare carriage.
And who did the passenger in the corner miss
To whose bare knees obscured the verse
The parallel world nods to him in a whisper,
It hurts and slurred through a heavy sleep,
A strange cold
That afternoon tea instead of a miracle,
Tom drunk harmonies
Between the gray hands.

And to whom the little light yawned in the distance,
To whom white snowflakes beckoned the chest,
Dusty roads run along the legs
There are new tears on my cheeks in the spring,
It's fun and scary
It’s sad and understandable
Tom songs and eyelashes
In night scales.