Текст песни элли на маковом поле - путешествие в книги

To take you
 your hair tastes like ripe strawberries
and hide in the farthest and darkest corner of the attic,
on rumpled pages
 my children's favorite book.
in the fabulous world of cotton candy and blackberry bushes
I would hide your flowers from the winds
collecting glare in the sun.
in the evenings you would wrap yourself in my coat
falling asleep to Anderson’s tales
and in the afternoon she danced, barely touching the ground.
/ that day the sun would be especially bright,
 and cranes would fly in the sky.
but here I stand in front of you, in the eyes of emptiness, and the hair tastes like ripe strawberries.
you think about coming home soon, and I about our journey to books.