Текст песни Отто Дикс - Гот

She cut her hair with a razor

And painted them black

Bloody stripes on the wrists

And the roads are no longer ...

Chorus: eternal mourning, longing and crucifixions ...

There are no smiles on black lips ...

These children play curses,

And they want to stay in dreams ...

The night for their goddess is considered,

And for God - a bloody sunset ...

There are so many of them around the world,

These gloomy and pale guys ...

Chorus.

She locked the door into her world tightly,

Maybe the demon will come for her ...

And hugging, he whispers in her ear:

"Sleep calmly, my little goth!