Текст песни Яна Айнсанова - Рисунки на стекле

Drawings on glass
Words, music, performance - Yana Ainsanova

Finger
I draw on the glass of the bus
It rains behind the glass
And it seems
cold..

My thoughts are simply expressed
In snails overgrown notes
And drops of moisture,
Warmed up in breath
Two dozen tired people ..

How lovely
Draw pictures
Whose life is no longer
Than the moth
Surprisingly quiet to the audience
Pushing each other in the sides ..

Children smile at my drawings
And also begin to draw
How lovely
We draw together
I, rain,
Children
and glass lines ...