Wei, hit, proruha fate
Wake words rowan syllable.
Knock on the door, poraskinem snow
Forests century, but in the fields of rivers
Someone is not free to turn on the light,
Someone can not say no,
Rainbow snake creeps fate,
Devours the tail, and in the eyes of ice.
A chest fear and anguish in my heart,
It hurts, it hurts, but otherwise it is impossible.
But Wei, hit proruha fate
Wake words rowan syllable.
Knock on the door, poraskinem snow
Forests milestones, but the fields rivers
I so want to lurk on your shoulder,
Share words, tell doom.
In pockets to dig and get ice,
Cool forehead, cool forehead.
Ticking clock - ding-dong,
Yes, just stop ringing there for a gray mountain.
Pours thicker than water the grass century,
For you and for me to let you and me
But Wei, hit proruha fate
Wake words rowan syllable.
Knock on the door, poraskinem snow
Forests milestones, but the fields rivers
Wei, hit, proruha fate
Wake words rowan syllable.
Knock on the door, poraskinem snow
Forests century, but in the fields of rivers
