Текст песни Камеры Бабочек - Кузнечик

Where the grass is converted into the sky,
Where ebony dry skeleton
Neither the fire of the sun, and no cigarette smoke,
I am afraid that not even your silhouette.

Heather and wormwood, and foolish grasshopper
Is covered with water falling sky.
And the white drops reflected in the month,
But I'm afraid that the grasshopper just gray.

Flutters with Travin and Travin,
About something his chirped.
And the fact that he was singing - let them sing other,
But I'm afraid that he was not singing, and did not fly.

All that he knew - wormwood and heather,
I met dawn about a hundred times,
Approximately one hundred and composed songs,
And once or twice I was happy beyond measure.

On the last day, he took a sip of the wind,
And, not sparing no wings, legs,
I jumped higher up, looked at the sky,
And I thought that he had lived a happy life.

Where the grass is converted into the sky,
Where ebony dry skeleton
Neither the fire of the sun, and no cigarette smoke,
Where can I imagined your silhouette.