Vennaskond - Death in Paris
текст песни

Death in an autumnal park in Paris.
Go to heaven from hoarfrosty land.
Call to your mind last leave–taking caress –
Send the letters, until send you can.

You need some nocturnal hours –
White is paper, letter–line is black.
Broken streets and house and flowers –
On that address you go never back.

No–one does not open your sad letters.
Silent tone sounds from the telephone.
You took vengeance – upon these ones betters.
You fulfilled the mission. You are none.

To drink wine in candle–light and
To commemorate yourself with tears.
Spend in lux–hotel last night and
Take from trunk the pistol – now and here.

Death in an autumnal park in Paris.
Go to heaven from hoarfrosty land.
Call to your mind last leave–taking caress –
Send the letters, until send you can.

But foreign city lights here
Radiate and radiate still then,
When you so depart like nightmare
In the city of Paris. The end.