Lyrics Дом Кукол - Не зови

Do not call, do not call, winter has laid
white bed, dead snow
Chilled the blood, choked the groan
Pointing a dead man's hand
Unbreakable sleep

Quieter-quieter waters, lower-lower grasses
Night is like a mother to us
Month - older brother

Between us fields of cold pendants
And only you remember the trail under the snow
Don't believe the words, the ghost of smoke lies
Today is a sharp sickle, today is fragile ice

Quieter-quieter waters, lower-lower grasses
Night is like a mother to us
The month is an older brother

Quieter-quieter waters, lower-lower grasses
Night is like a mother to us
Month - older brother

Gently!