Текст песни shortparis - Пасха

On Easter I wash the body
So as not to be broken mother
So that the skin burned
And guests went kissing

Body here is my business
Here is my craft
You put on Easter
Red Bead Glass

On Easter I wash the body
So as not to be broken mother
So that the skin burned
And guests went kissing

I repent of Easter
Here is my craft
I'm staring i try
Do not watch guests in face

This bright holiday holidays
And celebration from celebrations
And as if there will be no execution
And as if there were no victims

Body, here is his body
Here is his craft
Mother closed with a napkin on the table stain

On Easter I wash the body
So as not to be broken mother
So that the skin burned
And guests went kissing

Body, here's my business
Here is my craft
You put on Easter
Red Bead Glass