Текст песни Декаданс - Под небом без солнца

The sullen wind brings Wuwa,
Dims the candles and spirits they again ignite.
And the dead children sometimes speak with the mother,
And I want girls dead to go back.
Oh do not go away from my hands stretched
Autumn carries out brushes of severed hands,
No - this is the heap of the leaves of the dead,
These are the hands of your loved ones,
These are your narrow brushes.
We now cried for a long time,
and cried dead, cried widows and children,
under the sky without the sun
Candles were growing on the cemetery
We went out and we had a wind in the back.