Текст песни Агата Кристи - Насилие.Белоснежка

Quiet at night ,
I heard only a thin whistle,
Joyful crunch
Weeping .
It whips whistling ,
This is someone's bones crunch ,
In the hands of the dead ,
On the black teeth.

It crying Snow White
That's it , it's ,
Everything that dream deeply .
Crying Snow White , Snow White groans ,
And she did not notice , strangely smiling himself .
Tears bitter swallowing , drinking blood.
Violence !

Blue lips suck her blood .
It is cold, like orange juice.
Black chains put pressure on the chest.
Iron mouths drank her pain .