Текст песни Дама червей - Слишком бела

Too toola to be alive,
But not too dead for the role of doll.
In the hell it is so difficult to remain ourselves -
Cut the throat, you are fighting with boredom.

Black roses in your chest
Will germinate with pains of pain,
In the dead seas of your gray eye
To maintain life too much salt.
Delicate taste of your scarlet lips -
Forbidden fruit of my Paradise Garden.
The light illuminates you from the inside,
But your blood is on a quarter consists of poison.

Your dreams will be vtoptans in the dirt,
Further will only be more difficult
Cold licked your slim body,
Delight and pain will be only stronger.

Black roses in your chest
Will germinate with pains of pain,
In the dead seas of your gray eye
To maintain life too much salt.
Delicate taste of your scarlet lips -
Forbidden fruit of my Paradise Garden.
The light illuminates you from the inside,
But your blood is on a quarter consists of poison.

Standard show about the balance of life,
Atrophied feelings endorphine paradise.
In full moon pupils crazy thoughts
Offer you to go over the edge.