Текст песни творожное озеро - Юные волны

the sun, like branches
wriggling in your hair
with a bright brush draws a wallpaper pattern through a tulle.

lilac branches in a glass -
get wet by the sun.
you know, well, if tomorrow comes July.

dancing in the autumn forest
start at eight in the morning.
waves will leave boats in the sky.

bright rowan dawn
put a hand on my shoulder
I smell the grass and the heat of the coal from the fire