Lyrics Рыжая Дженн - Ночь Зверя

With gentle fingers of the string caresses the wind of the night
Who will dare to be a friend to her, look straight in the eyes.
Quietly treading the beast in her halls,
Without looking back, without looking back,
Step, inhale ... at random ...

Shorokhov, cries of birds, viscous mosses
The beast is not afraid of the sounds of the night
Signs scattered, hunting time
Step, inhale, here he is
In the reflection of the candle ...

Gentle fingers
Strings caress the wind of the night
On the spiderweb of lives, it seemed,
Very strong,
Two tears stiffened, two drops of strength ...
Blood and dew ...