Текст песни Анна Шутова - Марионеточницы

We are the thread of Moir, umbilical umbilical cord,
Slightly falling, but not in your eyes.
Puppet, Livni Dolgro
Skillfully twitch, and go like a vine
Funny dolls, and dance at the velen
And sleep on the pads for the needle,
Top watch forgetting in the heat of obedient games,
And love spells, damage, smtnitz warehouse
Ready to flame - do not see. On knees
Get up prayer - attention to the reward!

But the game go like the shoulders, and soon
We cut the threads, but broken by grief,
Whose shards do not glue, how not to love? ..

Author - Jadvig Rosenpaulis