Текст песни Сумеречная Депрессия - Детские игры

Kids Games

(Denis Yadrov)

 

Writhing shadow twists wall
Melting glass, stretching the veins
Skin curved arms tearing,
The air was thick tangles weaving.

Predatory fingers withered trees
Pull, pull, pull, pull,
Rummage through the room, lead by persons
Knots nails scratch the face.

Marsh walk, swaying drunkenly,
Playing cards, cheerfully grinning.
Paper zombies, worms, and peaks
On the bridge are their faces.

Children's games.
Roundabouts, filled with corpses.
Children's games.
Their children have come up with themselves.

Puppets - jerking of veins -
The bodies of people in the mouths traces of foam,
They roam the streets. In the wild movement
Madness beats in their reflections.

Evil distorts children's faces
And it makes his eyes sunken.
Hair fall out, ssohnetsya skin -
And the very old age is younger,

Than those little hands pulls thread
Shadow distorts. Dolls hang
In sharp hooks. And no doubt
Tomorrow you again waiting for the submission