Текст песни Flёur - Не жалей меня-будь жесток.

Sounds strung on a thin thread
You can tie me, you can kill
I is not to be confused
I can not even going to scream

To break the silence of the night heart
I would like to be your dead wife
I do not resist not shed the fetters
She waited until her fingers in my throat will tighten

  Do not pity me, be cruel
  My blood - tomato juice
  My blood - cranberry mousse
  I'm not cold, I'm not afraid ...

When, finally, you do razorvesh
When you're in the ribs zasunesh me the knife
And vyrezhesh sign on my back
And how else touch me

You're cold, gloomy, you can not warm
Light up my dress, I'll burn
Broke my arm - hit the jamb
I'm so worn out that agree and so

  Do not pity me, be cruel
  My blood - tomato juice
  My blood - cranberry mousse
  I'm not cold, I'm not afraid ...

Do not toil, not labor to bring forth - you are not alone
I'm with you - a pile of ashes at his feet
And a couple of gnawed white bones
An innocent victim of the passion of love

  Do not pity me, be cruel
  My blood - tomato juice
  My blood - cranberry mousse
  I'm not cold, I'm not afraid ...

Darkness .....
Silence .....
Darkness .....
Silence .....