Текст песни Vivienne Mort - Mariula

Cried Marilu
And I did not want children
Because it was small.

- Yoy, our children are me?
I would love myself, I would continue to
Lived
Watched
I would not have known sorrow.

Cried grandma
Cried a grandfather, weeping and a cat.
Cried winter

- Oh, the earth is young,
I will go to your land,
That you take me
Hid
Yes, like mead
The graves of animals in the woods.
And the deer became and heads made up
There is no Mariuli at all.

Closed the snow.
The way was indicated by the birds.
Offended, trampled legs not pitying, went and found
A cradle of a vine.