Текст песни Дом Кукол - Не зови

Don’t call, don’t call, winter has slept
white bed, dead snow
Has cooled blood, strangled a moan
Pointed at the dead man
Restless sleep

Hush, hush, lower, lower grass
The night is like a mother to us
Month - Big Brother

Between us are the fields of a frozen maya
And under the snow you remember only the path
Do not believe the words, the ghost of smoke is lying
Today a sharp sickle, now brittle ice

Hush, hush, lower, lower grass
The night is like a mother to us
Month - Big Brother

Hush, hush, lower, lower grass
The night is like a mother to us
Month - Big Brother

Gently!