Текст песни ПЛЯКСА - Тыква

Tonight you freeze and goose bumps
Along your innocent skin is the flesh of the bonding bones.
You will not look into the walls of ghostly shadows with a poor look,
The pale color merges the eye of virgin children.

No frost here war
Scary.
What kind of fear of your soul?
There is no more than the reality of the truths of holiday longing.

Smoke will not reassure you - be quiet and shut up.
There is no scope for action - roles are occupied for everyone.
Characters frown, critical crowd.
Clowns are stuffed with cotton, she is virgin.

No frost here war
Scary.
What kind of fear of your soul?
There is no more than the reality of the truths of holiday longing.

Pumpkin. Emptiness.