Текст песни Катя Батушан - Песочница

SANDBOX

little girls hit in the sandbox.
tears. resentment. castles are destroyed.
soon all this will probably end
if you go beyond.
little maidens are preparing for their fate:
"more crowded and in turn, young females."
all who are afraid will have to suffer,
all who go out are ladies.
January is coming soon. 210 days of autumn.
in the sandbox - snow and someone's shot.
and everyone who once left you here
accidentally or intentionally
they turn you into a tree.
all those damn shots in the back
not as scary as point-blank nose bridge.
see the face - imprint with a wedge
to the bottom of the sandbox.
the war will never end
while the mines remain
while silently sobbing at the kindergarten
child abandoned by someone.
well, what are you silent? watch your hachiko
will rush under the wagons.
watch the sand flowing through your fingers
and with it 210 days of autumn.
children can forgive and stay
until they’re adults
until it’s too late.