Lyrics гр.КНЯЗЬ - ВУРДАЛАК
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ВУРДАЛАК
Когда кровь потечёт в воду
И окрасит её красным
Загорится восток алым солнцем.
И когда ты войдёшь в воду,
Поднесёшь её к губам липким
Ты почувствуешь вкус крови вурдалака.
То ли стонет зверь,
То ли плачет ветер,
То ли кто стучится в дверь
По оврагам да недремлющим топям,
Под изумрудными листьями вяза
Пробирался вурдалак к чуду,
В полнолунье он искал свой цветок счастья.
Кто имел его- тот правил,
И все прощались грехи оптом и злодеянья.
Расцветал тот цветок в полночь,
Распускал свои тонкие листья,
Но только если обагрить его кровью жертвы.
Прибежал вурдалак к цветку жизни,
Разодрал себе грудь с криком,
Пропитал его корни красным цветом.
И упал он лицом на запад,
Сжимая розовый стебель,
Умирая он смотрел в небо, улыбаясь.
VURDALAC
When the blood flows into the water
And color it red
The east winds with a scarlet sun.
And when you enter the water,
Bring her to her lips sticky
You will taste the blood of a ghoul.
Either the beast groans,
Whether the wind is crying,
Whether someone is knocking at the door
On the ravines and the swampy swamps,
Under the emerald leaves of the elm
A ghoul made his way to a miracle,
In full moon he was looking for his flower of happiness.
Who had him, he ruled,
And all were forgiven sins in bulk and villainy.
This flower blossomed at midnight,
I spread my thin leaves,
But only if you burn it with the blood of the victim.
A ghoul came running to the flower of life,
He tore his breast with a cry,
Imbued his roots with red.
And he fell face to the west,
Squeezing the pink stem,
Dying, he looked at the sky, smiling.
When the blood flows into the water
And color it red
The east winds with a scarlet sun.
And when you enter the water,
Bring her to her lips sticky
You will taste the blood of a ghoul.
Either the beast groans,
Whether the wind is crying,
Whether someone is knocking at the door
On the ravines and the swampy swamps,
Under the emerald leaves of the elm
A ghoul made his way to a miracle,
In full moon he was looking for his flower of happiness.
Who had him, he ruled,
And all were forgiven sins in bulk and villainy.
This flower blossomed at midnight,
I spread my thin leaves,
But only if you burn it with the blood of the victim.
A ghoul came running to the flower of life,
He tore his breast with a cry,
Imbued his roots with red.
And he fell face to the west,
Squeezing the pink stem,
Dying, he looked at the sky, smiling.