Текст песни D.A. - Панихида

I will send you a memorial sun on the frozen sun,
About the land that no longer will germinate.
In the grooves, my conscience was wondered.
In the eyes of empty already ground bonfire.

The gray sky quietly crying at the grave,
The caressing stone is called, wet slices of bread.
I so wanted to give myself for the good of the world,
But the path of the Creator looked at the body with a three-meter plaid.

My faithful wind-friend will seek like a flock.
Washing my name to those who were always nearby.
Gusts dries tears with which we grow up,
So that my image has not remained in the heads.

And branches of walled restless maples
I will fallinate with the leaves overgrown the path.
It seemed to remember the other such a business whites
But it means to live - trample dried grass.

My old friend is a raging sea
Raise the waves toast. Hi, ninth tree.
Litters of foam, the foam seafarers will use
Which all their lives dreamed of the ship on the ball.

Dark girlfriend This is the one in which I will apply.
Having enveloped heavy haired, gives silence.
In that abyss of infinity, then I calm down.
Obliving catharsis is clean, lifting the soul in the embroidery.

Everyone will pay, only love won't
Empty tears pour, mourning dust.
Complete pain as a pair of knife.
No matter who was right,
And it is important who remained alive.