Ардженто - Одна могила на двоих
текст песни

One grave for two

Happy marriage fastened with desired children
Elderly couple, life of an ordinary family
Beloved son, daughter beauty brunette
The operation passed to the chest

Summer evening, warm breeze
He leaned back his brother
In a new dress, at night, I went on a secret date
Parents left only a trace of memories

Two weeks later, the son did not come from work
Federal wanted list, Musarov Kretin
Found a gift of death there in one crowded place
Nineteen years to him, only a corpse of a river sailed

The sip is cut, the absence of a hand
Groaned zenki, climbed bugs from the mouth
The expectation of a child is like faith in eternity
After eight kilometers, the fishermen found a limb

Somewhere a hundred meters, my head surfaced
Only July wind torn the words into shreds
When my mother heard a call to early morning
Identify corpses, come quickly to the morgue

The guy just went out, he has nothing to motive
Again, the groom went to the bars here
On a granite heart with an engraving verse
Everything is a monument, flower garden, fence, base for two

Evil penetrated the father with tears, then, with a small trembling
The hell is obsessed, the crucifixion of his skin was burning to the holes
And the blood phrase straight on the mirror in you for a long time
He heard a whisper: whisper, whisper: you kill your wife

Squirrels are red, black pupils like a viscous tar
He crushed his elbow with a sledgehammer
Fumigated and bone crumbs poured
A cat washed on the floor in the blood of the venous

Chorus:

Sobs above the coffin, only sorrow crying fell silent
Two different fate, one grave for two
Candle for the rest, the flesh of Christ in Kagora
Rivers of tears, grief lay down on the heart

In the courtyard by the house from the window you can see
Gallows with corpses, all wine has one
The devil has fun, gallows nearby
Bends in a voice and controls his gaze

Gather in a dungeon fire ax
On the wall bordov draws steel pattern
He swung strongly, hit his wife in the back
The corpse turned into bloodied clay

Blow behind the blow, screeching
Spray sprinkles sprinkled into red curtains
Brushes in a mess and feet on the floor
The head is chopped off, lying in the corner

Open sternum next to the photo of the son
The smell of fresh meat, with gasoline
The holes from the screws boiled blood
The tree hissed with the skin of old corpses

Chorus:

There is no one to sob over the grave of the old couple
The walls of the house of fear are remembered by all nightmares
The cemetery is silent, the coffin is the last stroke
Grave for two, grave for two