Текст песни f.r.e.y.a. - Больничный запах

Autumn in my town,
dying bird.
We are still so young,
and lying in the hospital.

Autumn in my town,
leaving power.
We are still so young,
and lay grave.

The hospital smell, the feeling of happiness.
At death legs from death in the jaws.

The hospital smell, the feeling of happiness.
At death legs from death in the jaws.

Zasypet my eyes damp earth,
Shovel acute chest strikes,
I will dream about you all the fairy tales,
Where the dead birds are singing.

The hospital smell, the feeling of happiness.
At death legs from death in the jaws.

The hospital smell, the feeling of happiness.
At death legs from death in the jaws.