Текст песни Саша Сэнс - А над холмами

Over the hills (Alexander Prokhorov)
And above the hills, gray hills
Not visible by Buddha through holes in space,
Do not hear songs that came from the north,
Only stones bleach with the opposite voice.
Only the Turks are crying, and the stars are dim
Stuffed fingers in tight heads,
On nasophacks crawled molluscs
On the capillars rush Tin.

And above the hills, the hills are quiet,
Where noon is brand as the shadows of the past,
Mowing air with dry vortices,
It is ashamed of the air of the guests unreasonable.
Tails comets with genuine greed
Dogs nibble with empty glances,
And even time is spinning over them,
When they fall on the grass.

And above the hills, copper hills,
It will freeze the time to noon the Verev.
And dogs about something will start with immortal
In the endless dreams of their talk.