Текст песни Канцлер Ги - Соло на испорченной флейте

My sun is sleeping for the patient hill
Under foreign foliage under a foreign bark
Network catches in the lake his peace
Snatching pain as a tooth from the gums

The night tired guest looks out the window
Someone gnawing bones - she is still
Casually shed on the threshold of wine
Spill from a jug of fresh dreams

Suppose that in a jar
Yes, under the thin ice
Solon water -
All are pour
God forgive me
And the devil whistler
Solo flute tainted
God forgive me
And the devil whistler
Solo flute tainted

Strange edge, strange world of things
It seems that you're mine, like nobody
Myself and censor, and Treasurer
It has been and will always be visible

Thin knots step-ligature
Death with a scythe dancing, laughing easily
Night comes with jug leaning yes
In the jug wine and water at once

Suppose that in a jar
Yes, under the thin ice
Solon water -
All are pour
God forgive me
And the devil whistler
Solo flute tainted
God forgive me
Devil whistler
Solo flute tainted