Текст песни Onband - Мотылек

Live blood, dead on the snow
I'm in her eyes closed,
Silent scream tore at the clouds,
My pain paved with laughter!

The cold look, heated tear
M in a stuffy bank beats butterfly.
star burns in her hands,
In my only miserable ember.

Do not squeeze the juice out of stone,
Not every stream becomes a river.
Do not call the name of love,
I stroked the sky not skilful hand.

The cold look, heated tear
M in a stuffy bank beats butterfly.
star burns in her eyes,
In my only miserable piece of coal!

Age young, shielding the body vsovan
Again, her gray head down.
She's alive, not for anyone
Who am I lying now she's dead!

The cold look, heated tear
And a butterfly beats in a stuffy bank.
star burns in her hands,
In my only miserable ember.

star burns in her eyes,
In my only miserable ember.

In her mind burning star,
In my only miserable ember.