Текст песни Зурият Боташева - Глина

You must feel it I know
As gentle I am clay, knew
Like fingers just as fast as strong
How to get depth from darkness

Beautiful forehead high and steep
Then all the same trepidate hand
Create Westerns Cold Smile
And here's glasses - Glossies Zybko
Well, again, I see - you will leave
You are clay, again you - you will not understand
My piercing - the soul of anxiety
My not easy - from you roads

Well, I will not get corrected
Not your lips, not forehead, not this strand
I'll turn, I'm tired - by night
And according to please, rest - teach

Last star goes out
Melts soon, soon - and then
I will understand what is just a sculptor - I'm not the same
Which and clay will fall
I will understand what is just a sculptor - I'm not the same
Which clay and clay

You must feel it I know
I dear with cold cheeks do not wipe
For the fact that you did not give me the souls
Forgive me, forgive me, sorry
For the fact that you did not give me - soul
Forgive me, forgive me, strangers.