Текст песни Наташа Маркова и Двуречье - Скошены травы

Scotia grass

Enraged grass mowed
The day was called Tuma *
Laugh at home in the frame of the power hand stranger
And serene dreams floated past the clear eyeing cheredoyy
Dawn boundless dreams flattered residue collected on the night of the sleeves .
Surf whispering to hide in the mountain , a handful of crystal,
Rosa steppe unwashed face
And called the name that has come to lie in the cerebral scar bitter.
And foolishly trusted the word jealous rumors .

September 9, 1993
 

* Tuma - nonsense