Текст песни Lamia Morra - Скрипач

I will come to die of love
What will erase your impotent crying
You see, in a puddle of black blood
The loser is the violinist

Boy, did the violins howl?
He has always entered your dreams
He will be with you forever
Until your last spring

Spirits of hell will come grief
Having knelt your knee
Even in the death of your love
Thin fingers mad run

And on the violin a burning sign
Dull in the cold mist
After all, no one here like this
Did not play on sinful earth

But everything comes to an end
The artist's life is a total hell
And the crown of thorns crown
Became the crown of all your rewards

The wild rabble will become a rabble
A glass of wine is full of poison
The death will recoil in horror
And Satan will weep

Spirits of hell will come grief
Having knelt your knee
Even in the death of your love
Thin fingers mad run

And on the violin a burning sign
Dull in the cold mist
After all, no one here like this
Did not play on sinful earth

Muzy darling, you were drunk
The power of the strings, the silver of the moon
But one, only one flaw
He rose from the depths

You loved, and in the last measure
Embedded hearts of insane knocking
Just something went wrong
The heart is up and the sound has died

Ruptured in half
From powerlessness and anguish of supplication
Story is the same for him his temple
He could have stayed alive

But he came to die of love
The strings break, you can not stop crying
In a puddle of black blood lies
Your Beloved ... Not a violinist anymore ...

Spirits of hell will come grief
Having knelt your knee
Even in the death of your love
Thin fingers mad run

And on the violin a burning sign
Dull in the cold mist
After all, no one here like this
Did not play on sinful earth