Текст песни Данил Лувров - Полевые цветы

Wildflowers are mixed with dry grass,
White poppy in your hands is my soul.
Wolve all petals gradually
As if grabbed firmly behind the throat.

What bloomed for you is thrown
In the paws of the sea wind and now
It remains to lie on the fields,
Among black lonely colors.

While you are parting with someone
I decorate at hope and ice
Filling ravine salted water
And still pulling the outgoing back.