Текст песни Очеретяний кіт - Буряки

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G Hm7 Em D

I throw everything away - I go to pick beets
To get closer to the ground.

There swarm memories live,
There, even steamed milk is drunk,
There the sun meets, there
The days of trouble are over, there

Thoughts in slow motion, there
The air smells of hay, there
The soul is like a child
Plays on the edge of the world.

The way to the village - and sparrows on a bush from a bush.
Like a child who wants to see a stranger.

And on the cart grandfather Paul -
As a ferryman from village to village
Shouts - jump - I'll give you a lift
And I sit on the go.

And a smile of gray smoke,
And look at the solar stream,
And a story about those lands
Where he left his mark.