Текст песни Яна Айнсанова - В конце времен

At the end of time

Words, music, performance - Yana Ainsanova

Thin rays will weave into a dusty floor,
Another second, step, move forward, and you found me
In my corner. I enjoy the movement of the luminaries here
And the noise of fast trains swinging our fragile world,

What is in the veins of the wings of spring midges,
In the paws of the March, in love cats
In the smells of thawed St. Petersburg roofs
We will take hands and pace with a peppy
Move, bypassing the pride of the walls
In the ringing noon of the edge of juicy grass.

There is enough space there
Open the wings of your life -giving brush,
And my fluffy rhymes will be where x) hihi)
It’s easy to dream when the morning pours through the brushes
On this dusty room, very comfortable.
And the fact that we now, squinting, smile
It will count us when the last letter is old
And the last law will dry out, they will remember this morning
At the end of time ...