Текст песни Ольга Левашева - Чёрный корень

Black root

Enemy who caused grief harem
On the bed of love kill through the cream .
The blame will absorb only the grave land
In my long nails - your death !

Not afraid of the treacherous murder of the goods ,
It will ease the pain of choking such bonds .
On hot lips - kiss Lilith
I love the bed covered with aconite .

But what do I see? The poor did not know ...
I breathed vengeance , and my mind was asleep ?
And if the truth is not a sudden storm
Who thundered - with what the eye
My I'd met once ?! - But ...
Now I do not need no poison , no wine!

Olga Levasheva