Текст песни Молоко Святой Коровы - Круги На Полях

She ate plants on a crumpled bed,
In wheat walls, her house was lost.
Far from the road will fly on the threshold,
She was warm in the sun
Your white legs.
From yesterday and until tomorrow
stretched sticky harvest,
Bees drank nectar and prepared breakfast.
She ate plants on a crumpled bed,
What gagotalie crazy orchids
her?
Her Cat Neurasthenik was hiding from his shadow, the walls bored with clover, she laughed like a sweater.
Good morning, lady girl when I asked to be with you, I did not mean me, I'm so confused, but everywhere fish in banks, (-), in this strange house. In this strange house, the tiny populists are frowning and smoking some powder smoke. Time does not touch anyone, the wine is wandering around the glasses. The sorceress cries, and her tears fall on the ceiling. She is laughing.