Текст песни MARGENTA - Лунное дитя

Kings are going where flowers strawberries,
Adorn the crown of pure dew modesty,
Indignant nettle, but, on reflection, wilted,
Go to sleep as quickly as possible, my only, my son moon.

Queen of flowers decorated brown braids
In their eyes reflected the excesses of hops and spring,
Do not look - it's silly games for the royal adults
Go to sleep as quickly as possible, my only, my son moon.

Moonchild,
In the cradle of the lunar,
Moonchild,
Lord of the stars,
For you ring
Barely audible string
Moonchild,
My magic!

After a bright fire will jump the great shadow,
A full moon guests clothes seem too tight,
Strawberries will not, wreaths float down the river ...
Go to sleep as quickly as possible, my only, my son lunar ...