Текст песни София Бокитько - FMA

Honey in the hair streams with molasses
Cold hands - forever so?
I would scream, cursed sorrow,
Just laugh - the tears are saturated.

Is it all that is faulty?
I would do it the same way again.
Only the wind carries through the cemetery
On the porch is a load of dying foliage.

Hundreds of lives, their price is dear.
I knew neither less nor more.
Red color does not bestow luck.
I do not know how to do otherwise.

My goal is unrealized fiction.
I am alive, and people carried me out.
My brother, where are we, tell me? I'm so cold ...
And in response - the creak of wrought iron.