Текст песни Алиса Цыганкова - Любовное

Love

I wanted an hourly, intoxicated by,
Witness stand, wearing a downcast face,
Does your cross themselves, animation,
Manifesting celebrations schadenfreude moment.

As the simulator, in honor of whom lost their homes,
In whom lust for your desolation stronger
Mourn and weep at the head of the coffin,
Inhaling incense rots the bones.

The cemetery still small, autumn chills
To eat, to the envy of you - come on live.
And the ravens soar, blackened with anger,
Terzi papal your pigeons.

Can it be true the soul brighter than the shroud of this offensive,
What I would like to hoist the banner of the holy
On a golden ark, where the faded icons
Dreamed seed generously sprinkle?

So I'm your death? Unfortunately, its not enough for me!
There is no end of torment. Wailing fire
I will pour ever for fatal principles,
Yavivshim you first gloomy day.

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