вальс в конго - Черви
текст песни

O, earthworms
In a periwinkle drink
Light the water
Two stones in a black thread

The firebrand of black glory
Not empty and not hateful
But tired and cold
I sit, warm me

The firebrand of black glory
Not empty and not hateful
But tired and cold
I sit, warm me

On the cliff of my shoulders
Let my face not move
But let the speech of singing hands
Touch the ears of my hands

The firebrand of black glory
Not empty and not hateful
But tired and cold
I sit, warm me

The firebrand of black glory
Not empty and not hateful
But tired and cold
I sit, warm me

For with water from the periwinkle
I will know, I will know everything
Did the kerchief laugh
That winter, melting with Edge

Black Glory's Firebrand
Not empty and not hateful
But tired and cold
I sit, warm me

Black Glory's Firebrand
Not empty and not hateful
But tired and cold
I sit, warm me

Black Glory's Firebrand
Not empty and not hateful
But tired and cold
I sit, warm me

Black Glory's Firebrand
Not empty and not hateful
But tired and cold
I sit, warm me