Текст песни Анна Фенина-Жукова и Клим Пешков - Скандинавское

Spin the swivel - swiftly, gently
And weave painted canvases.
Wandering through the forest, collecting deadwood,
From the rods of the basket weave ...
Setting up the shutters is awkward, stubborn,
All hands, all fingers beating off.
And see in a dream how the native drakars
Leads from over the sea tide.