Текст песни Вікторія Дикобраз - More than

She brought the walls with sand, not to take the tree -
so that neither the roots nor the shoot let go.
The books are standing by the soldiers, barely swaying
on each shelf, in the dark. Punctuation

whisper, like crutches, the way to retreat,
and then you limp, you hide comas in your chest,
like a fish from your non-sleep, non-prophetic.
Everything that is eternal - everything fits into the word.

A point strained by a bullet in the heart begs.
You don't hear, you don't see, you deliberately don't look back -
so the poppy field worries a little longer.
Like a flag in the wind, I stick to your intonations.

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