Текст песни Яна Айнсанова - Спрятано внутри

Hidden inside
Words, music, performance - Yana Ainsanova

Sweet juice of my wounded trees
Your feet will not wash, dare
To join the silence of your lakes spacious.

  Round leaves, colors of stuffy depth
Yours
  Decorate your hands ..

I'll smash the broken branches with earth
I'll put it on the edge of the cliff where the wind
 A light smell of pain picked up like a song
Over you, the crystal drops of the network are woven ...

  Hidden inside securely:
Wings, their careful movements
  Butterflies
Gentle
 A fall

Down
Down
 Down…