Дима Буток - Васильки
текст песни

Years are flying, they are in a hurry for days,
That - skipping, then - crawling.
I draw all the cornflowers
An endless smear,
And every new petal
Clearly visible in density
Looks behind the sun to the east,
On a painted canvas.

Leaflets are flying
To the sun, right east.
Sacred, on the edge of the earth,
Absorbs boiling water.
Milk is pouring over us,
We are torn away in speed,
Carries insanely far away
On a painted canvas.

We are flying and we are there,
At dawn, lightly.
Days are flying, hurrying years
Dissolve in milk.
Connecting everything with a canvas
Someone heals from longing -
Non -stop smear
Everything draws a cornfield.