Lamia Morra - Скрипач
текст песни

I will come to die from love
What will erase your powerless crying
See in the pool of black blood
Sugarless lying violinist

Boy, did the violin heard howl?
He forever entered your dreams
He will be with you forever
Your last spring

Perfume hell will come sorrow
Knees knees to you
Even in your death loving
Thin fingers crazy run

And on the violin burning sign
Will swell in a cold millet
After all, no one has so
Did not play on sinful land

But comes to everything
Artist's life - Pitch hell
And the thorns of the crown
Became the crown of all your awards

Wolf mad will be black
Poison full glass wine
Death in horror death
And Satan will pay

Perfume hell will come sorrow
Knees knees to you
Even in your death loving
Thin fingers crazy run

And on the violin burning sign
Will swell in a cold millet
After all, no one has so
Did not play on sinful land

Music Balcheri, you were drunk
Power strings, silver moon
But one, only one flaw
Raised from depth

You loved and in the last beat
Invested the heart of a crazy knock
Just went wrong
He had a heart, and sound

Upooplas broke out
From Pohsali and Muk Molba
Stroy, system for him is your temple
He could stay alive

But he came to die from love
Strings are ruting, do not restrain the crying
In the pool black lying blood
Your favorite ... no longer violinist ...

Perfume hell will come sorrow
Knees knees to you
Even in your death loving
Thin fingers crazy run

And on the violin burning sign
Will swell in a cold millet
After all, no one has so
Did not play on sinful land