Lyrics Арья Макгрейн - Безногие феи

Metropolitan doctor in the village of Wild: One, unfamiliar, draw. He looks blindly - after all, the night of Faceless, - and sees the Merzian of the candles. With difficulty stepping, goes tired, knocking into the closed door. It costs a young mother, clinging to the chest sons.
"You, right, doctor," squeezes quietly, "we are waiting for you that day, but everything is clear: in the village of Wild you have you, of course, laziness ... Do you want tea? I am now ... sick native daughter ...
Metropolitan doctor nods a mig:
- I will try to help her.

The patient sleeps in the cradle clean, and there are no candles in the room. And the doctor hears deaf wheezing, touching her shoulders. The girl immediately opened her eyes and looks, and he is silent. In the doorway one of her mother froze:
- She sleeps better with me.

The metropolitan doctor can see and feels if death steals a quiet old woman, wishing to have time. Metropolitan Dr. is familiar with her personally, nods, they say: "Well, hello." The old woman is carved comical and pulls squeezed in response.

He would be glad not to give the girl, but death interrupts the dispute:
- Pretty, dock, remove the handbook, he is stupid - our conversation. She is mine - I have been going to her at a quick hour. Oh, you would know how I'm tired ... I will take it. Now.

Baby cries. Death pulls hands.

"Kosy, you are burded ... she is given to me on the orders, I will not forgive her mother." . Let's better sleep quietly with a smile ...
- Do you want to kill her?
- Call murder is a mistake. Let her better ... sleep.

The metropolitan dock is gaining morphine - three cubes - and the needle sticks to the girl straight into the skin. He is not on the floor, but what to do: will fall asleep with a smile, and the crying will go to "no" ...

Murder is either a mistake? Who would give him an answer ...

The patient silently opened his eyes, touched his hand:
"Probably the doctor, you saved me ... breathing a little easier sometimes."
Metropolitan doctor swallows tears:
- You're better, baby, sleep. You dream blue roses ...
- And fairies?
- ... and fairies. Sleep

- You better tell me a fairy tale about the fairy completely without legs ...
And the doctor suddenly shows a caress, puts her hand on his side. He recalls the fairy tale this: he was told the mother that the fairies without legs hate summer, they do not know how to sleep at all. She also said that the fairies do not like living children, and if such a fairy comes, then not to count deaths ...

- They will take you to the world of distant, miles they and kind. They are completely lonely without you, they collect flowers, transparent wings sprinkled with pollen, can walk without legs ...
- And the fairy tale will ever be happy?
- Of course. The term will come.

The girl scrolls, smiling a famously, and the doctor loses his lifestyle trail, wildly ... a lot of troubles.
- Do you take me a legless fairies? - whispers quietly in a dream.
- Of course Fai, - the capital doctor is barely distinguishable in the darkness. He sees: Thousands of dead souls carry from under the threshold. They know how to treat a little, but the dead to treat are nonsense.

Baby breathes? No longer breathing. The wing on her cheek ... And if the dead can hear:
- I did not lie to you.

Frams mother. And this girl still dreams of him more than once. And in the morning the summer will come again, and in the morning there will be honey saved, and in the morning the doctor will wake up sharply, inhaling the lungs of it.

His legless fairies came to him.

Will anyone answer why?