Текст песни Fou - Цветочный

I'll give you a new name,
What will happen ... very "floral".
Do you wormwood adverb,
So that you became bitter in absentia?

Maybe white camomile,
Buried already in strands nose?
And suddenly - a bold primrose,
With so denies the Fall?

the sky is reflected in the eyes,
Transparent, in a daze.
Calling you, eh, ocheret?
Well, it is-at least not wither.

Your neat fingers
All the smell of meadow grass.
Floral my dear wanderer,
Why are you doing something with me?

I did not like bouquets,
And in general - high grass.
I always thought the summer
Cruel punishment only me.

Now - die quietly.
You smell thereby summer.
What I like is dashing?
What I am I lay down couplets?

I do not know how to sing, my friends.
Singing, experiencing all the strength.
You are very very ... I need ...
You - my dubbed the "floral".
(S) Khan Cherry