Текст песни chitay. - клюква.

He devoted all his songs to his favorite muse
Putting a noose around her neck, she tightened the knot
My hell is her eternal paradise
In a hurry of emotions and feelings stepped over the edge
Often a wave of memories flows through my veins
You know, everything turned out as lousy as possible
I am looking for clues. But not a letter is written
There was white snow and ripe cranberry blood
So dreary, but inside there is no room for sadness
And this trip will never let me go
My membranes will burst at the last concert
You live, and I count the days from our death