Текст песни Ольга Ступина - Песенка смерти

I turn blood into the ice,
I'll buy a clock in a dead end.
But now love burns
On the claw my braid.

As the sun in the shot born,
Poured into the veins of the veins,
So for this gift
I'll take something in return.

I know what an entrance,
I remember what floor.
On a narrow palm cross,
I change bash on the bash.