Текст песни Матора Бэ - Призрак

Barely fuses the sun, leaving another ineple,
I dream of a scarlet ghost, grilled stem in the teeth
He wanders among us lying on the beds
And breaks the pulses on dried wrists

Spread on a cold face,
Delivered paint time.
A clever scalpel removed the skin and all
Ponalipped Muchami Masks

Farser of black nails among May herbs
To sparkling stars turn head
From the sky drops the ice of the world and bodies
Angel was waiting for how much he could, and then flew away

Barely fuses the sun, leaving another ineple,
I dream of a scarlet ghost, grilled stem in the teeth
He wanders among us lying on the beds
And breaks the pulses on dried wrists