Текст песни Флёр - нанизаны звуки на тонкую нить....

Sounds strung on a thin thread
You can contact me, you can kill
Me it does not embarrass
I can not even going to scream

To break the silence of the night heart
I would like to be your dead wife
Do not resist, do not shed the fetters
She waited until the fingers of my throat compress

When, finally, you do razorvesh
When you're in the ribs zasunesh me the knife
And vyrezhesh sign on my back
And how else touch me

You're cold, gloomy, you can not warm
Light up my dress, I'll burn
Break my arm hit the jamb
I'm so worn out that agree and so

Do not toil not labor to bring forth, you are not alone
I am close to you, a handful of ashes at his feet
And a couple of gnawed white bones
An innocent victim of the passion of love

Do not pity me, be cruel
My blood - tomato juice
My blood - cranberry mousse
I'm not cold, I'm not afraid ...