Текст песни Otto Dix - Эти дети играют в проклятья...

She razor hair obrazala
And paint them black.
On wrists - bloody streaks,
And turning back anymore.

Eternal mourning, melancholy and crucifixion.
No smiles on the black lips.
These children play in the curse
And they wish to remain in their dreams.

Night at them for the goddess is believed
And for god - Bloody Sunset.
There are so many all over the world wandering -
These dark and pale children.

Eternal mourning, melancholy and crucifixion.
No smiles on the black lips.
These children play in the curse
And they wish to remain in their dreams.

She locked the door to the world of his tightly.
Maybe for her demon comes.
And embrace, he whispers in her ear:
"Sleep well, my little Goth"

Eternal mourning, melancholy and crucifixion.
No smiles on the black lips.
These children play in the curse
And they wish to remain in their dreams.