Текст песни мори - чума

you've become a completely different
otherwise - "write-bye"
flick of the wrist
Whisk its shadow on the table.
Makes your life blossom
or complain until morning
My line on the hand,
It was only your hand.

I burned, the ashes on the ground
turn in your tracks
I want to in the dark
sounded a word "we."
but now - just coughing and wheezing
and bottles, cigarette butts, poems
dear, darling, sleep
Only let my pain go away.

I could not tell anyone
What was ill and die as a
and continued in your eyes
courting the plague