Текст песни Елена Магура - Немертвый

He is finally mad,
His steps are mounted in the screensies,
And the wind out of the sea spreads out
Before it is the intestine of dead fish.

He puts on a terrible tie
And talking with the shadow,
His open palms
Like a juicy margin.

He is a kiss of a bony night,
Pupil crashing eyes.
He is like a jump without progress
And a subsequent phrase.

Charming and boring
He is with the skill by challenge,
Lives incredible worms
In his patient and strict body.

It dismeastes the corpses of cats,
Kittens rape than tweezers
And ladies from furious covers
He fell Fallete in the darkness.

He is a gray-haired stranger,
Comprehended mystery of humiliations.
He is an extraneous observer
Swollen copulation.

He sleeps in a coffin with a glass lid,
Color dreams he does not dream;
But only a horse and cart ...
But he stopped being afraid.