Метель - Букет
текст песни

[HOOK]
Old woman Slopes cuts flowers
To throw a bouquet across your back
One day you will catch him and you
DEATH! DEATH! DEATH! DEATH!

[Verse]
You fly barefoot or on horseback
On the mountain in half or you see the first dawn
To the last dance will invite you
Death, death, death, death ...
Everything is relied on a pure accident
No one can compete with this
Wipe a tears if it loses sweetness
Not at all ashamed to admit
In the most sad smile
In the most heartless grinning
In the longest prayer
What attracts us to heaven at night

[HOOK]
Old woman Slopes cuts flowers
To throw a bouquet across your back
One day you will catch him and you
DEATH! DEATH! DEATH! DEATH!

[Outro]
The old woman throws flowers from the mountain, catch the bouquet and you!