Текст песни Оксана Боровец - Кукольный дом

Between the white lines do not swim, swallowing water,
Do not drink the wine from the gold bowl.
I sang in the golden season
And the network weaved behind a puppet stove.

How wonderful the light is when it pours from above.
How formidable the ringing is when-from around the corner.
I wanted to hide the gaps behind the fingers,
And you see - I couldn’t, I couldn’t.

The cat will sit at the wet threshold,
The house will sit on the stone fire.
And it will touch the cat's night by the paws.
And the cat will lick my palm.

© Oksana Borovets