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Текст песни MM - The Flowers of Evil

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Название песни: The Flowers of Evil
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The day they covered us in the dirt
День, когда они зарыли нас в грязь,
like stars in the ground
Как звезды в землю
that will grow into dead flowers
Из которых вырастут мёртвые цветы.
The day they covered us in the dirt
День, когда они зарыли нас в грязи,
like stars in the ground
Как звезды в землю
that will grow into dead flowers
Из которых вырастут мёртвые цветы.

Your body's on me
Твое тело на мне
like sleepless spiders.
Словно неспящие пауки.
Your touch is so empty
Твои прикосновения такие пустые
Your touch is so empty
Твои прикосновения такие пустые

Your body's on me like
Твое тело на мне
sleepless spiders.
Словно неспящие пауки.
Your touch is so empty
Твои прикосновения такие пустые
Your touch is so empty
Твои прикосновения такие пустые
Your touch is so empty
Твои прикосновения такие пустые
Your touch is so empty
Твои прикосновения такие пустые

I've been running
Я бежал
from the bloodless
От обескровленных,
for fear of exile
Боясь изгнания
for all of my sorceries
За все мои колдовские ритуалы,
that shun the light
Которые остерегаются света
shun the light
Остерегаются света.
I've been running
Я бежал
from the bloodless
От обескровленных,
for fear of exile
Боясь изгнания
for all of my sorceries
За все мои колдовские ритуалы,
that shun the light
Которые остерегаются света
shun the light
Остерегаются света.

The day they covered us in the dirt
День, когда они зарыли нас в грязь,
like scars in the ground
Как шрамы в землю
that will grow into dead flowers
Из которых вырастут мёртвые цветы.
The day they covered us in the dirt
День, когда они зарыли нас в грязи,
like scars in the ground
Как шрамы в землю
that will grow into dead flowers
Из которых вырастут мёртвые цветы.

I've been running
Я бежал
from the bloodless
От обескровленных,
for fear of exile
Боясь изгнания
for all of my sorceries
За все мои колдовские ритуалы,
that shun the light
Которые остерегаются света
shun the light
Остерегаются света.
I've been running
Я бежал
from the bloodless
От обескровленных,
for fear of exile
Боясь изгнания
for all of my sorceries
За все мои колдовские ритуалы,
that shun the light
Которые остерегаются света
shun the light
Остерегаются света
light
Света
light
Света
light
Света
light
Света The day they covered us in the dirt
The day they buried us in the mud
like stars in the ground
Like stars in the earth
that will grow into dead flowers
From which will grow dead flowers.
The day they covered us in the dirt
The day they buried us in the mud
like stars in the ground
Like stars in the earth
that will grow into dead flowers
From which will grow dead flowers.

Your body's on me
Your body on me
like sleepless spiders.
Like spiders do not work.
Your touch is so empty
Your touches are so empty
Your touch is so empty
Your touches are so empty

Your body's on me like
Your body on me
sleepless spiders.
Like spiders do not work.
Your touch is so empty
Your touches are so empty
Your touch is so empty
Your touches are so empty
Your touch is so empty
Your touches are so empty
Your touch is so empty
Your touches are so empty

I've been running
I ran
from the bloodless
Bloodless
for fear of exile
Afraid of exile
for all of my sorceries
For all my witchcraft rituals,
that shun the light
Who are wary of the light
shun the light
Beware of the light.
I've been running
I ran
from the bloodless
Bloodless
for fear of exile
Afraid of exile
for all of my sorceries
For all my witchcraft rituals,
that shun the light
Who are wary of the light
shun the light
Beware of the light.

The day they covered us in the dirt
The day they buried us in the mud
like scars in the ground
Like scars in the ground
that will grow into dead flowers
From which will grow dead flowers.
The day they covered us in the dirt
The day they buried us in the mud
like scars in the ground
Like scars in the ground
that will grow into dead flowers
From which will grow dead flowers.

I've been running
I ran
from the bloodless
Bloodless
for fear of exile
Afraid of exile
for all of my sorceries
For all my witchcraft rituals,
that shun the light
Who are wary of the light
shun the light
Beware of the light.
I've been running
I ran
from the bloodless
Bloodless
for fear of exile
Afraid of exile
for all of my sorceries
For all my witchcraft rituals,
that shun the light
Who are wary of the light
shun the light
Beware of the light
light
Sveta
light
Sveta
light
Sveta
light
Sveta