Текст песни Шизофрения - зимний реквием

Do you hear the crunch of white bones?
Mental snow of innocent children.
And the snowflakes of agony of grief lie.
Whispering: Beauty will not save ... everything is in vain.

Raised puddles of tears of them
The children melted, hitting the collar,
On the palms melted ... and became water,
Dissolving in dirt urban.

Hundreds of soles spoil their bodies
Pale skin is too thin,
A snowcloth breaks and rushes,
Put from Pain with Pie: Stop!

But they will not hear the snow of the Molba,
People were and will be deaf.
Ruthlessly pinch they beauty
Fraveling snow with a dream.

Do you hear the crunch of white bones?
Toppet People Snow Children ...