Текст песни АлисА - Горько

Mosses Kuta unsteady step
Blue ling in dry forest,
Where I wandered all night soul
Yes I beat yourself up in the morning,
The desire to spread out,
To get along mortar pomelo,
In the eyes buried in the mud
Despair, all the luck.

Bitter
 cloudy to answer,
Where
 You see yourself in the face.
Fearfully
 utter - There is no death!
Kohl on
 her ring finger.

Trimmed with clouds
Pale pink muslin.
From far, far up,
Sky breathing damp earth,
And worries lights distance,
What, like candles, sways the forest.
Flies soul-sorrow
Bird brimstone smoke in the sky.

When the shadow turns into spirit,
When the flame will look,
At the dawn of the cock is silent,
Taking the dawn of a reproach.
Soothe crying fear
The solution was love wine
And Ott soul in tears,
Realizing that it is easier.

17.01.2007. Pokrovka