Текст песни sCorThix - Мысли бабочек

Innocently beautiful, the standard of beauty
Their thin wings are the decoration of the world,
But what they think you do not know
Suddenly they are on the eve of a bloody feast

Maybe the net is ready and the trap is cocked,
Maybe they want to kill
Just waiting for the fog to cover the city
To tear your body into pieces

Their appearance is just a disguise
While the sun's rays shine in the sky
In the middle of the day, attacking is boring, awkward
Their claws and teeth grow in the night

Dry and hang one of them in a frame -
She will come to life in a day or a year,
Will put you in eight different cans
Or into the world of lullabies it will carry away

The standard of beauty, innocently beautiful
Their thin wings adorn the planet
Maybe I worry in vain
And there are no bloodthirsty ideas in their thoughts