Текст песни Александр Смирнов - На чёрной жизни красной лентой обозначен

On black life red ribbon marked,
Gothic dawn of my love.
And moonlight mysterious and gloomy,
Look into the hidden corners.

There the wind whistling about a beautiful sculpture,
The soul which cries of anguish.
And beckons me girl poskudoy,
There, where Raven sharpening its claws on the crosses.

I'll see her again the same with enthusiasm,
Sitting in a posture of eternal beauty.
And quiet cry from the extracted her violin,
And the sacraments naked her features ...

But think me severe phantom
I got thoughts rise and fall.
After all, I was not the first in her, and the new,
And not the last, who would like to understand it.

From the eye to bleed streams
Flowing over my shoulders.
I did not seem to her in love,
Do not put to her was disgusted.

I'm just a vessel, poured water,
Able to quench the fire.
Souls suffering in the darkness,
But cross it - stay there.
28.09.2010