Текст песни Дарья Мосягина - das expromt

You are silent - and deliberately
Kinockadras are circling back.
illegitimate you are silent -
I do not disassemble the troubles.

Maybe the throat to you with a ribbon
under the shack of other silks
and thunderstorm my name erased
from outline sea sands?

Or torments you shortness of breath
in noded weeks of visits
and Nabat, and slides the lid,
Here I would suffer - yes no!

maybe you seriously grabbed
The crumb was the curve in the chest,
and in the window dust pattern
The look of someone else's mercury.

Whatever - answer! Suggest!
Better truth Shrapnel, eared!
Only, my angel, not silent:
The crime is so silent.
A.Medvedchuk