Текст песни Е. Синицкий - Жимолость

The mouth is knitting from your kisses
like honeysuckle berries.
And not utter a word!
Swallow saliva
and wait for it to pass.

All the promises fly
stones in the pond.
And I can't sleep for a long time ...
And waves, waves, waves!
Circles, circles ...
on the smooth surface of the waters.

Can't be seen from the dark
who you really are.
I'm blind.
Or maybe it's light
not darkness,
ripped off my eyes?

I will squeeze the wolfberry in my hand -
let the juice flow!
Crimson red let
it will blow me
into foreign waters ...

Let the coyote rush in the steppe
and the bird from the branch down
in the belly of the fox
and a fish to a seagull in its beak
and the sun in the mountains
and the stars fly away
and into black holes
and into the void
in the spit.

muses. - Max Richter - infra 6