Текст песни Majdanek Waltz - Окно-роза

There lap lazy smooth motion
Roves terrible silence Roll,
But here is one of the cats, taking the target
Wandering anxious look

He is absorbed into his huge eye, -
And look tightened in the whirlpool
Pupil, choking and circling,
To the bottom to meet death goes,

When pretending to sleep, on a moment
Opening, again closes hastily,
To the victim in the depths to drown their own:

That's how the cators are window-roses insert,
Taking the heart of someone from darkness pitch,
He was thrown to God on the altar.

Rainer Maria Rilke