Текст песни Ольга Арефьева - Саван-2

Thinking about the soul, stay in the body
If you do not want
Fill these fir-trees with cones
Thinking about you, I can hardly breathe
Turn off your heart in the sky
And it will become quieter

They called me to a feast
I put on a shroud
They called me to die-
I didn't show up at all.
Near the table with salad
Angel with scales
It seems to me ...
No, you didn't dream about it!
...
You make me disbelieve
To my own hands.
Our conversation is on the level
The bodies are stuck.
You understand fell
And I only know the secs.
How to save face
If the connection breaks?

They draw poetry to me
(Antravy) poets.
At geisha parties
My portrait is hanging.
I'll brush my face
And put on a veto.
Everything will be exactly the same
Even the wine will not fade away.

I stopped following
Behind your tail
I caught love
And love caught me.
Many street birds
Lay down on the wing.
White Wood Hair
They became gray like the moon.

Surprised that mine are reading poetry.
It seemed like it should be the other way around.
My face on my back
It looks like a fish Chi.
My face on my face
You won't understand anything at all ...