Текст песни Otto Dix - Эти дети играют в проклятия

She razor hair obrazala
And paint them black.
On the wrists - bloody streaks,
And way back anymore.

Eternal mourning, sadness and crucifixion.
No smiles on black lips.
These children play in the curse
And want to stay in my dreams.

Night at them for a goddess considered
And for god - Bloody Sunset.
There are so many around the world wanders -
These dark and pale guys.

Eternal mourning, sadness and crucifixion.
No smiles on black lips.
These children play in the curse
And want to stay in my dreams.

She locked the door to the world of his tightly.
Maybe the demon behind her come.
And hug, he whispers in her ear:
"Sleep well, my little Goth"

Eternal mourning, sadness and crucifixion.
No smiles on black lips.
These children play in the curse
And want to stay in my dreams.