Текст песни Больно далеко - Лён, как музыка

Flax, like music, thin,
Above, a barely audible blue
A grass of mourning notes
She hid an abyss of lowlands.
Flax, like a calm period,
Like a high si,
Quieter than a cooled cemetery
Blue laziness hangs.

All roads are white here
Chalk is mined here
Small women and children,
I would eat this land.
And under the linen, like music,
Would lie down, slightly shuddering, to sleep,
So that, waking up in the early
Shake your head in blue.

It's a pity, only a little time
And the hook is uncomfortable
Gray nervous backwaters
Every touch is a circle.
Homeland is a small matter
Chalk is mined there.
Children of the asphalt classic
I ate this land!