Текст песни HUDSON HAWKS - Деревья Молчат

The trees are silent

South-west of Moscow,
Late hours
Just steps behind,
At the back of the head blow - forever rest.

The first murder - like a first love,
Broken head with a heavy object,
Pictures dismemberment of nightmares,
All the bodies out into the void bodies.

Broken branches sticking out of their sockets,
Amputate fingers and fill their mouths,
Desire to surpass all previous murderers
It leads to euphoria, and nausea.

Cry no one can hear,
Cry drown foliage
They will find no one
Until the spring will come.

The faces of the death of print,
The cold will slow rotting efforts.
Trees will be silent,
Novoyasenevskaya keeps its secrets.