Текст песни Сергей Труханов - Китай

bell - the voice of the wind - on the Chinese red maple
the tattoo artist told me: it will hurt, dear
he gathered his needles down on his knees
on his shoulder blades the bird looked into the distance without blinking

he took out a large cane-bound book
it will hurt, dear, choose any for yourself:
you want a sleeping dragon, you want a butterfly in flight:
this subtle art is called love

I touched his skin, tender, dark and hot
like honey in a tea glass, diluted with red pepper
it will hurt dear! - I am not crying, I am not crying,
I want such a bird, on the chest, right here, over the heart

... the bell - the voice of the wind - woke us up at dawn
scarlet, yellow and green breeze of China
it hurt, hurt, hurt! .. but, more beautiful than anyone in the world,
a bird burned on his chest, without flying away