Текст песни KAZKA - Плакала

I will be whole from your words
For a year the image will not make a price
And they burn, their mouths burn, and the tears of the sea
But know, this is my game
Fewer words, more deeds

I will save at least your body from your arrows
I will not find a soul under the ice
And it hurts, oh how it hurts and blood boils
But my daughter is no longer asleep
Fewer words, more deeds

She cried and the violet blossomed again
Shone the day with mysterious signs
And my mother is young and in love with little
In the kitchen, everyone was crying equally

Night had fallen, in the morning everything turned gray
Find new colors to use
And wash your face with rain, what else is needed?
And the heart under the cloak
Less words, more faith

She cried and the violet blossomed again
Shone the day with mysterious signs
And my mother is young and in love with little
In the kitchen, everyone was crying equally