Текст песни Переспівниця - Дерево страстей

Come, come
Passion of the tree?
They say the killer is hanged three people.
Strange events were,
Not baffling night comes,
If you strineshsya with me on wood passions.

Come, come
Passion of the tree?
Dead are inquired: Where are you, my dear, where?
Strange events were,
Not baffling night comes,
If you strineshsya with me on wood passions.

Come, come
Passion of the tree?
Do not ever separate us, no one and nowhere.
Strange events were,
Not baffling night comes,
If you spirineshsya with me on wood passions.

Come, come
Passion of the tree?
As we rope necklace along every day ...
Strange events were,
Not baffling night comes,
If you strineshsya with me on wood passions.