Текст песни Татьяна Зыкина - Пейзаж

here is my naked face
it's so quiet that you can hear the clock
both my body - vineyards
these fruits for you, I'm glad

goodness and luxury - a familiar false
the eternal question: how do you live with it?

if ever five minutes
if a hundred friends, and no one to go
thoughts, like acorns, hard
head hung heavy fruit

and so rattle - it seems
time to burn bridges
time with bumazhitsey
our offices together crawl

battlefield - it's me,
Although the scenery and calm.
come to terms with a mute pain -
It is not harmony.

quiet silver boa
stranded in the ring so early,
precocious
on crystal, turquoise,
over the years do not fade
favorite eye

whether it is necessary to argue with those who believe in miracles,
somewhere near the sea warm white Teles

there for them no envy, no joy
but God forbid, I still do not like someone else
go to pride and
jealousy
not correlating itself with anyone in the neighborhood

come up, exhale, draw more eagerly
from output to output uniformly and well flowing countdown