Текст песни Ксения Ат - Волчок

once on a marvelous field,
where the high flax rings
a completely innocent man
lost my sweet home
he hesitated for a second
I crept up slowly
and asked him
"Have you forgotten where your soul lives?"

ugly gray as a top

sharp blade I sharply
ripped living flesh
I began to beat him with a cut
veins into powder grind
and ran without looking around
and escaped despite
after all, someone is very wounded there
waiting in the forest for the native hand

and now I'm like a top
and now I'm like a top ...