Нуки - Пыльца лунной бабочки - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Everything changes: taste, the sense of time,

The angle of one's worldview, the curves of one's aspirations

And the people next to you in the reflection of a subway door

Everything outside and inside, but while we're here, look

How the snow falls, falls, what a sound this moment makes;

How the trace of a magic wand melts into the air like silver.

Look how the snow falls, falls – it sweeps away with the tails of comets

Perhaps the pollen of a moon butterfly from long-dead planets;

The pollen of a moon butterfly...

Everything changes. All variations of movement

Disperse into a million reflections.

The flap of a wing – a snowflake melts, the ocean swallows a ship;

Exhale and freeze, watch with all your eyes

How the snow falls, falls, what a sound this moment makes;

How the trace of a magic wand melts into the air like silver. Look how the snow falls, falls – it's sweeping away by the tails of comets.

Perhaps from long-dead planets, the pollen of the moon butterfly;

The pollen of the moon butterfly...

Look how the snow falls, falls;

The snow falls, falls; the snow falls, falls;

The snow falls, falls, falls, falls;

The snow falls, falls, falls; the snow falls, falls.

Everything changes! Everything changes!