Текст песни Яна Айнсанова - Спрятано внутри

Hidden inside
Words, music, performance - Yana Ainsanova

Sweet juice of my wounded trees
Doesn't wash your feet, doesn't dare
Join the silence of your spacious lakes ..

Round leaves, colors of stuffy depth
Your
Decorate your hands ..

I will smear the broken branches with earth
I'll lay it on the edge of the cliff where the wind is
The light smell of pain picking up like a song
Above you will weave a net of crystal drops ...

Safely hidden inside:
Wings, their careful movements
Butterflies
Delicate
A fall

Down
Down
Down…