Текст песни Аполлинер Гийом - Самоубийца

Three lilies of lily three on my grave without a cross
Three lilies whose gilding cold winds blown
And black sky shedding them sometimes
Omes
And as if the tempeople solemn solemn
the beauty

Grows from the wound alone and as soon as the sunset dies
Bloody seems sorrowful lilya
Three lilies of lily three on my grave without a cross
Three lilies whose gilding cold winds blown

Another of the heart grows so so much
suffering
On the bed worm and the third root to me mouth
bursts
They are on the grave of my lonely grow and empty
Around them the earth and how life my cursed them
the beauty

Three lilies of lily three on my grave without a cross