Marici - Колокольчик
текст песни

Forest, forest, forest
City, forest, forest, forest
City, forest, gas station, semi-truck
Traffic police post, a load of rebar, and poetry
Do you want some borscht?
Beneath my skin
Lies a secret in my breast—a scar
And beneath my breast, a weightless argument
Oh, my love, how I wish to enter my thirties with you
Take this; there is nothing else left

I plucked a daisy on Ivan Kupala night
And the field suddenly felt small
Cornflower, don't ask—the answer is no
"Ah, for whom does the little bell toll?"
The little bell tolls for you

Dome, cross
Beyond the crosses—the forest
Then forest again, a streetlamp, a pharmacy
They stare into us beneath the gray snow, silent
Six in the morning
It’s time for us to go—it’s time
Anushka already complained yesterday
About the gas leak in our building
Take these eyeshadows instead of your physics textbook
Look how beautifully the gas ignites

I plucked a daisy on Ivan Kupala night
And the field suddenly felt small
Cornflower, don't ask—the answer is no
"Ah, for whom does the little bell toll?"
The little bell tolls for you

Make a wish, then burn it
And drop it into the champagne. While he speaks—swallow.
Swallow—that is my final piece of advice to you; take it in.
The advice has run out; this is a different land—get used to it.
Along unknown paths, the troika-bird comes hurtling sideways.
Here, a mermaid fries up fish—lashing with nets, devouring them bones and all.
Here, Koschei withers away—hooked on a needle, hoarding his gold; here, the very air smells of Rus'.
Is it eternity? Is it mere leisure? A doll inside a doll inside a doll inside a doll.
Forest, forest, forest.
City, forest, forest, forest.
A river, a landfill, and a birch tree.
We are all inside one vast Omsk—until the very end.

She plucked a daisy on the night of Ivan Kupala—
And the field shrank to a tiny size.
Cornflower, do not ask—the answer is no.
"Ah, for whom does the little bell toll?"
The little bell tolls for *you*.