Текст песни Наталья Маркова и гр.Двуречье - Скошены Травы

Enraged mowed grass
The day was called Tuma *
Laugh at home in the frame
powerful hand stranger
and serenity
dreams floated
by a succession of clear eyeing
Dawn vast amused residue
dreams
collected in the night in a sleeve .
whispering surf
hide in the mountain - a handful of cut glass ,
dew steppe
Washed face
and called the name ,
that has come to lie in the cerebral scar
bitter.
And foolishly trusted the word
jealous rumors .

September 9, 1993

* Tuma - nonsense.