Текст песни Black Train - 4 - Мёртвая невеста

Walked along the road, in the fog, the happiest guy
In the festive evening dress, with a bouquet, to the beloved lady
But he dropped on the branch by accident a ring
The branch turned out to be a hand, the face revived
Dead woman, in a festive, wedding dress
Quickly dragged the poor man, under the ground, in the arms.

Etc

Well, dance with her.
This wedding dance
You'll live until dawn
And kiss her you
Do not shake like a hare
You will not die for it
And so they danced
In the morning - oh no!
Have brought up his feet
And at dawn, in the dress coat
Only the skeleton lay
All on the same road ...