Текст песни 3 дня до весны - Смерть

Death puts its barriers in our way,
So she wants to take us with her,
Black grandma with a scythe, we are always glad
Looking into her face, we will laugh loudly.
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And in the same apartment we were left alone,
Now we'll open the veins and set the house on fire
The hour is close, is it still? a little bit,
The accordion solo turns the path into roads,
Death,
Death,
Death,
Death.

Cardiac arrest, then eternal sleep,
My throne will stand forever in the web,
My body is eaten by worms in the ground,
I'm scared by flies, spiders in this hole,
Death,
Death,
Death,
Death.