Текст песни Ольга Афраймович - Эти звуки

Hit the stone stone
The glare tickle the eyelids:
Memory spoke
On a gilded branch -
Not because thirst
And not that before:
Only about the most important
Light and door between.

On my stupid faith
The word throws the nehel
Near my door
Survive in the sky Tree -
And dismisses the branch,
Like a girl's maiden
To dispel the wind
For sea Smoky space.

Foresting juice -
Do not tear root.
Near my windows
Stopped time
Silently take steps
In each of them is jealous
Near my mystery
Apparently triumphs.

I want to hear these sounds,
Closer
Come out without flour
Take out of the loop of gray
Gentle sleep tissue
To breathe without a measure,
Do not reach the bottom ...