Russkij Razmer
She Was Laying on the Ground


She was so young
Only learning to dream
And her mother wasn’t single
Her step-father was so sweet

She wanted to be more with her friends
Her friends thought of her as sick
They were throwing bread to the sparrows
And were coming home late

She doesn’t even remember
How she got addicted to the needle
It’s been a while that she’s not getting high alone
They get IT near-by

Last time, their mutual bayan (*)
Performed the waltz of the stabbed-trough veins
Teared up this world apart
Destroyed their depression's captivity

She was laying on the ground
Eyes aiming directly at the sky
Never has the world been so nice to her
Boiling on fire

Like a cold shadow, in silence
Arms wide open, body stretched
Shyly hugging this huge world
She was laying on the ground…

(*) bayan: kind of accordion