Текст песни Один Многолик - В её глазах живёт змея

Her palms are cold,
And do not sparkle in his veins the blood,
The heart and soul poisoned by darkness,
A poison that struck her - love.

The iron citadel lord,
What ever the fate of its prisoners,
Who has the heart of the city was one,
Who poisoned her indifference.

Her destructive passion
Blood in the veins drawn into poison.
He conceived of her power,
But what about all the other talk.

Oh, unrequited love,
What makes life in flour,
Eating soul again and again,
Make believe in mirages.

Incinerate it the world
And do not leave anything,
That he stayed with her one
And no one but him.

And the sea was pouring poison around
And indiscriminately all herbs,
It sank, and my dear friend
For something that is not loved her.

Flow pain all swept away,
Reversing its former life,
Snake skin overgrown,
Rebuilt around the world of lies.

Her palms are cold,
And on the lips flows poison
Her dreams are dead
In her eyes the serpent lives.