Текст песни Росы Клевера - Я Буду Стеблем

She grew up a beautiful, grown high
She piled it has dried
She broke the crust of winter
Brooks awoke, Up and hello

Awakened winds woke the birds,
But the dead branches not'll get,
A stump was and heard the birds
And I guess what lives and breathes

I drew like he's stubborn Braga
Living moisture living roots,
But the heady juice unnecessary stalk
Hardly rising flows to the ground

A stump was and heard the birds
And I guess what lives and breathes
I drew like he's stubborn Braga
Living moisture living roots

But the heady juice unnecessary stalk
Hardly rising flows to the ground

I fall to the hemp lips
Hands and hugging a tree stump
And I drink as the Braga hide the tears
Native moisture native birch

I know - the mountain, I burn Heed
Live the same root, I will stalk
I - the continuation of your living
Your blooming with your foliage

And everything that dies in me, and wilt
Your juice will raise, save Straighten
I know - the mountain, I burn Heed
Live the same root, I will stalk

I - the continuation of your living
Your blooming with your foliage
And everything that dies in me, and wilt
Your juice will raise, save Straighten