Lyrics Энвэ Калямаля Кокурин - 1751. ВЫЦВЕТАТЬ

1751.
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Learned to read and write
But I don't write, I don't read
I lie with the grass cut down
I dry, turn pale,

I merge with the landscape
I become transparent
Almost invisible
Not to be seen at all.

Somehow I don't want to bloom
Nothing depends on desires
Until you mowed - you stretch
And if they cut it off, you lie and dry

While still young - green
And blue and red and pink
Motley so bright
And you will grow old - grayish

And so seven times a day:
Waves and stripes
Bumps and potholes.
Calmer - to fade.
17.12.2011