Текст песни Ксения Полтева - Карта мира

How many days - and has kept the memory:
the rightmost number, the second installment.
On the wall hung a map of the world,
it seemed to me, the world is no longer the card -

world, asleep in the visible boundaries of the
guard on the clock in the tombs of kings,
slowly floating in the sleepy bliss -
fish in the ocean, the birds in the sky.

The leaves are burned, and in the air rancid
He sang flute - I loved to listen.
Honey and milk are a sore throat
I was treated and treated with soul

by the fact that each of the openings
quietly disappeared secrets,
sorrow that no one sees
world through my brown eyes.

... How many days - and the memory preserved
the map of the inner world.