Текст песни Денис Бондаренко - Смерть

Tender, pale, in ash clothing
You came with teachers.
I did not meet you before
In the tube, in the clanging of swords.

You seemed golden drunk,
Extending sparkling breasts.
You are among the bloody fog
The path dispersed to heaven.

Like an eternally thirsty astera
The eyes were dively deep,
And rushed on the veins blood faster
And mounted hands muscles.

But you, at least you are now different
I know the dream former.
You manile me the song of Paradise,
And with you we will meet in paradise.