Текст песни ДеменциЯ - Шелест клена

Fires Gray birds fly
Moon silver top shines sleepy
Dead Mother Wellenge Child
Blood it smells like juice maple
Her silhouette is well lit
The child does not sleep, though itself wounded
Before the blood cuts the fingers of the Capron
His heart turned into a stone
On-na-na-na-na-on-on

Sorry she went to that sultry noon barefoot
Leaving the rustle of wet maple leaves
But there is no anxiety for her, the dawn is lost forever!

Death barely touched him
Sets loneliness in the young body
Roet Earth Rusty Blade
His mother will set her
Fabric neatly lies on the bones
He is hard to hold back moans
Dead Mother Wellenge Child
Blood it smells like juice maple