Текст песни Дима Буток - Васильки

Flying the day, rushing the days
That is an explosion, then - Clean.
I'm still drawing cornflowers
Endless smear
And every new petal
Clearly visible in the thickness
Looks at the Sun to the East,
On the painted canvas.

Frequent leaflets
To the sun, straight to the east.
Sacred, on the edge of the earth,
Absorbs boiling water.
Milk breaks over us,
We are broken in speed,
Carries insanely far
On the painted canvas.

Let's fly there,
At dawn, light.
Fly the days, in a hurry
Dissolve in milk.
Connecting everything canvas
Someone treats from longing -
Non-stop mask
Everything paints cornflowers.