Текст песни встреча рыбы - О, моя бедная

Our children celebrate the holiday of "easy death"
Taking a new dose every day
My rose is dying desert
With every breath
Oh my poor rose
The shadow of the threat has already become part of the system
Death came from Samara
Forgetting the timing
I love you
And as Cain said to his brother:
"Sorry,
My poor rose "
No day
No sleep
No life
No death
No light
No darkness
No job
No friend
No love
No dance
No blood
No pain
No you
Get out of the circle
And the desert gives birth only to the desert
So much desert can't be in a song
And only together we are a little empty
My dear, I'm out of place again
Your tears dry faster than fish
Five loaves and wine in memory of Rome.
And my words are no more than a pose
Sorry
My poor rose
My poor rose
My poor rose
My poor rose
No day
No sleep
No life
No death
No light
No darkness
No job
No friend
No love
No anger
No pain
No god
No you
Get out of the circle
No circle
No circle
No circle
The circle ...