Текст песни Баязет - Удержание крепости без воды 3ю неделю

Imagine:
Carelessness, calmness, tranquility. Close your eyes and imagine that you are lying in a field, a warm smell of grass emanates from the ground, the sun shines from the sky, but it does not burn you, but warms you. You completely melted inside yourself, the grass sways slightly in the wind, spikelets gently touch your face from time to time. But you don't close, no, on the contrary, you are lying open, because the grass is fresh and does not prick, but tickles you lightly, as if someone's painfully familiar hand is gently stroking you (for example, a mother's hand) ...