Текст песни Норма Псевдоразума - Покорный винодел

Come on, humble winemaker,
Davie last juice of the senses!
It shall wither in life - because you wanted to,
Himself to fill - when empty?

Listening to the voices of the guests,
You add drops of poison.
And soon I heard the ringing of bones,
And in the hands of your reward.

Beast laugh and grin,
He will fill the room premises.
It's what you iskal-
vengeance to come up with the world.

Even though you had nurtured man
But damn scary soul.
Death walks behind you age,
Treacherously and slowly.

You enjoy the moment,
When the soul soars upwards.
You trust the feeling
When the sky was presented a sin!

The hour - will dry bowl.
Lower the hand at the same moment.
Finished walk nasha-
And I have now reached the verge of ...

© Norma Psevdorazuma