Текст песни МиНисперия - переплетено

Twisted, twisted, spindle
Everyone wants to decorate their canvas.
But many spill wine on the canvas,
And wine is the blood of those who have gone to the bottom.
Wine will decorate the canvas with scarlet roses, it will spread in fate with red trump cards.
But the old atrocities will boomerang
And they will run through the body with black blood and not with scarlet blood.

Everything in life is intertwined from top to bottom but
Where it breaks thinly - that's how we go.
Fastened with a vine and thin twigs.
Where the twigs break, the birds build a nest.