Текст песни Феофан Мухин - Рожь

We bury the sun in the black soil
We spread the rumor in the rain
Do not you see I
Warm hands warm earth
Now you will not find one
I smell the stronger coat
Here and there in the world of beauty
All train derailed
In which are you going

Your love is like a field
Your love is sick, I ...

And inside is growing and maturing reptile
A pair of warm-blooded rental
Again everywhere and the stench of the predator sleeps
Half afraid of crying third third trembles
I do not know what to do with it

With each passing day, more and stronger
All Putrid smell
All blurrier features
Beauty does not die
I pull the bag into the bushes
Your love is like a field of rye
The deeper Bury
The sooner you will find

Your love is sick
Your love is like a field