Алекс Моро - Божья коровка
текст песни

The ravens counted my days
Making marks in their little calendar
I didn't make it to my own funeral
Little ladybug
Where are your children?
Fly away to the sky
High up to the sun
Knock on the doors there
With your heart

And the stray horses carried us away
We didn't quite manage to get our feet in the stirrups
Across the fields of grief and pain
We scattered the sacred seed
And the sprouts didn't wait long
They showed their claws and teeth
And you and I were completely lost
We fell for the brass trumpets
For empty talk
We spent our whole lives down to the last penny
We feasted in gold on the throne
And fell asleep on a padded jacket

And the ravens lost count
The little calendar choked on a black day
Our horses scattered across the fields
Ah, so that's what your children are like
And you will speak a word for us later
Because we don't really know what we were doing
At the foot of God's Throne
We fall asleep on a padded jacket

And the ladybug in heaven
Feeds milk to the infidels
Who knocked on the open doors
With their hearts