Текст песни братве - 3. Госпожа игла

Convertible - MS NEEDLE

In your eyes there is no dawn
Only the long, long night.
You - the executioner myself , you - the judge himself ,
And Ms. tvoya- sharp needle .

Rustled , rustled the leaves ,
Peace to you covered with mist .
No , no you do not need ,
Only his mother's gray .

Your mother old woman lights a candle ,
Lighting candles , God asks .
You live , live , my baby ,
Let your wounds will heal , and I will pray .

Chorus 1 p .