Текст песни элли на маковом поле - секрет

Hold my hand,
Squeeze it tight,
And on these plains
Grow a garden .

What is so fast
Out of the evening ,
It can be seen tired
Old sunset .

Wet sounds
Your quiet voice ,
muddy waters
In the sleepy eyes .

Hold my hand,
Squeeze it tight,
And I learn
Hold you in my arms .

Menacing pine
Sleep silently ,
wet wormwood
Bitter land .

I 'll wait for you here ,
The scraps of sleep -
Again I hear you .