Текст песни RASPUTNIKI - Иволга

at the edge of the Oriole forest
sultry bride rush in ice
the god of her rake and in debt
he cut her just like that

no weight no face
far from the center without a father
demons have been blowing since the month
bread wine and mass without end

opened her mouth when it was already light
everything that she liked led her to the grave
into the ground behind her, but so slowed him down
this wonderful Oriole oriole

throat aches from songs the crunch of a bell
knew she didn't belong here let bye
kopeck piece spark closely emptiness
he cut her just like that

she all wore her beloved
what she gave in her blood
everything that happened to her is beautiful
listened to this wonderful oriole

opened her mouth when it was already light
everything that she liked led her to the grave
into the ground behind her, but so slowed him down
this wonderful Oriole oriole