Текст песни Saint - Пир во время чумы

Feast in Time of Plague
1. The river pours wine from a champagne cork hit into the void, and on earth, we have fun, how fun in hell. He looks skinny on top of us, I would like her to death, here we die, death came here in their black robes.
Chorus: Feast or Famine, Death hiding here Dead mantle clothe us, we will die on a feast among the people.
2. We sit and laugh, wine pouring grief and death of friends. There die and fall to the floor Every since he has overturned glass, the wine is poured on the floor, on the body of the dead room. Stands behind death and kills his hand Plague.
Chorus.