Текст песни Olimpius Inferno - могила светлячков

mist-shrouded town autumn morning
scowls at homes chisel temple dome
not kind to the heavens tremble veil of dew
Frida wind wails out the trash makes
black bag in hand with an eye
Frida floor ran straight to the dump
bleary eyes holds her fear
and the living smells of death smells
in his eyes languid Frida lumpen
seen huge street views
languid blood on the hands of the rabble
and all three kilograms of dead miracle
Frida got to the funeral place of the bride of his sin baby thrown to the bottom of the steel garbage bin nameless child was a burden for corruption and interference among the living
Frida threw his life
He is thrown off the burden of the trash
that there was no more need
 in taking care of themselves and more about someone
moonless darkness not covered hundreds of fireflies
sweet poppy on the field was voiced cry of owls
the mighty spirit of this vicious but holy
navёl averted and thinks melancholy bitterness empty
reproached me
in your eyes can not see the flame
and correctly
because you are a hostage of this stone
jail cell
with a fence is not visual
 You made it a rule to live
so that no stolen
and then it's time to pass the buck
we seen such original unit of society
which gives your kartist on biz under avtotyurom freak own creativity
crowd of children gives them a squeaky scream accolades
all this gives nonamik
Actually I very cynical love chicks and booze
in my closet tёlko junk pen and notebook
Saturday sitting at the bar think of myself as a gentleman
some asshole I do vparil
yes I tell you buried it