Текст песни Джавхар Кутб - Офелия

Words: Javhar Qutb
Music: Woodworkings
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OPHELIA

Swam while the stream carried water
Rivers of green, washing shelters
The crowd of people who found a cozy shelter.
Gloomy day uttered the last ray.

And she lowered the black strands from the clouds
Countess Night, mistress of brothels,
Touching her face with my paints,
Expelling blood into the depths of the heart.

Fish hid in a rumpled dress,
How lovers hide in the woods
From prying eyes. Ophelia on trial
Rumor will declare death by the morning.

In the meantime, with your eyes closed,
With blue lips and mud in your hair,
Soundless you hear voices
Silently also informing us of them.