Текст песни Анна ЗемАль - шестиструнный самурай

I’ll zip all the secrets
And send it far to heaven
Where will know the answers
Just a six-stringed samurai

But the word like morning breaks out
And I compress my lips and accept the poison
What not to stumble, but legs like knitting needles
They drag me aground.
And indiscriminately, behind the fence,
Loudly silent about personal diaries,
My diaries ...

So the month will clear up anyway
In a dirty puddle or in a river.
Why then pray in heaven
In this verbose mess.

But the word like morning breaks out
And I compress my lips and accept the poison
What not to stumble, but legs like knitting needles
They drag me aground.
And I don’t care what is beyond the wild
Loudly silent about personal diaries,
My diaries ...