Zu Ye Fa - Бадминтон
текст песни

And in the sky a black new moon circle
And quietly, only very, very rarely
An apple branch touches the night
As it should tenderly, and suddenly
I lie, lie, and think about that
Like a complex summer cottage knot,
The interlacing of hands
Reminds me of a strange plant
In the hand of a man overboard
My mind itches under the rattling of skin
Should I say it now, or maybe later?
I leave the word for later
After all, the calm movement of the air
Always contributes to the transformation
Transformation of speech into badminton