Текст песни ГРАЙ - Колодец

From well water
Dead eye looks dishes.
Down, on the bottom, traces of that
that I took the soul.

Dream of pale man
Dried throat sticky fear -
The name burned it
Scarlet trail on his hands.

From the well cold drinks
Black mourning water
And on the heel walls
The ice leaves the gloom of trouble.

Sleeping a sleepy husband Out,
Yes, drove to the well.
In the heart sharply blade won
Yes, drowned in the well.
Saw a month through gray fogs
From the sickle bloody wounds.
Splash night silence broke,
Missed the body of the soul.

Evening evening yes everything walked,
Evil roots collected;
Collected evil roots,
On the dark river went;
Those roots soap, washed out
Purely completely in the river;
And how to wash the roots,
Dry dried dry;
Dragging the evil root
Melko nosely washed;
Hosely washed evil root,
Yes, and jadaled.