Текст песни Яна Айнсанова - Рисунки на стекле

Drawings on glass
Words, music, performance - Yana Ainsanova

Finger
I paint on the glass of the bus
It's raining behind the glass
And it seems
coldly..

My thoughts are expressed simply
In snails overgrown with notes
And drops of moisture
Warmed up in breath
Two dozen tired people ..

How lovely
Draw pictures
Whose life is no longer
Than a moth
To a surprisingly quiet audience
Pushing each other in the sides ..

Children smile at my drawings
And they also start drawing
How lovely
We paint together
I, rain
Children
and glass lines ...