Текст песни 04 - Black Train - Мёртвая невеста

Went on the road, in the fog, a happiest guy
In the festive trick, with a bouquet, to the beloved lady
But he dropped on a branch by chance
The branch of the hand turned out to be a face
Dead Woman, In Festive, Wedding Dress
Quickly dragged the poor man, under the ground, in the arms.

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Well, ka stansuy with her
This wedding dance
Live to dawn
And kiss you
Do not shake like a hare
You will not die for it
And so they danced
Under the morning - oh no!
Led his legs
And at dawn, in Frace
Only skeleton lay
Everything on the same road ...