Текст песни Сплин - Черничные кусты зализывают раны

Hot samovar, honey loaves
She burned the wood and began to books
She did not know who drowned her in a river -
One arm in the blood, another milk
And apple blossoms in her hair curly,
Feet on the ground, head in the sky

I spoke to you until dawn
But your open mouth - like a gun
And I do not know who you drowned in the river -
One arm in the blood, another milk
And apple blossoms in her hair curly,
Feet on the ground, head in the sky

I'll show you a flying airplane
I'll draw a spider on the bottom of the glass
At the bottom of the glass melt fly from Braga
And roam tanks for coated paper
I'll tell you how bees build honeycomb,
I'll teach you to shoot a gun
And you hear, touching the poles,
How our votes are dying

Deep forests, fairy glade
Blueberry bushes licking their wounds
But the cry of dragonflies in the eye of the ant
There is a place for you, there is a place for me
And apple rises, leaving us gifts
With the condition of forget all the rules of the game

I still do not know, you're an elf or goblin
I know your experience has been gained over the years
Do you know how to hover over the lock flags
And roam tanks for coated paper
So tell me, then, as the bees build bunkers,
And shot through me from a gun
And I hear, touching the poles,
How our votes are dying