Lyrics Татьяна Зыкина - Пейзаж

here is my naked face
It's so quiet that you can hear the clock
both my bodies are vineyards
for you these fruits, I'm glad

Goodness and luxury are a common lie.
the eternal question: how do you live with all this?

if forever without five
if one hundred friends, and not to whom to go
thoughts, like acorns, are hard
heavy fruits hung in my head

and so thunder - it seems,
time to burn bridges
time with a paper
we crawl into the offices together

the battlefield is me,
although the landscape is calm.
to put up with mute pain -
not yet harmony.