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Walking on the golden fallen leaves |
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In red blaze of the autumn sun |
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You clung to false threads of hope |
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In the kingdom of writhed trees |
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You disturbed the peace of a dead place |
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Where birds' songs died down in dry trunks |
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You came to know the old mystery |
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The story of two guiltless girls |
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Tongues of flame licked their bodies |
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To the scorn of exultant crowd |
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They were faggoted on suspicion |
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Of witchcraft and lesbian sex |
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And then the forest sheltered their souls |
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Flying, whispering and luring |
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Damned haunt of deep melancholy |
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The cradle of illusive quiet |
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Íà ïîëÿíå èç áåëîãî ìðàìîðà |
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 êðóãó ÷åðíûõ ãîðÿùèõ ñâå÷åé |
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Òû ñòîëêíóëñÿ ñ äâóìÿ îáíàæåííûìè äàìàìè |
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Îòðàçèâøèñü âî âçãëÿäå èõ òîìíûõ î÷åé |
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Î, ãàëåðåÿ äüÿâîëüñêîé ïðåëåñòè |
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Óâåðòþðà ðàçäâèíóòûõ íîã |
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Íàñìîòðåâøèñü êàê øëþõè ëàñêàþò äðóã äðóãà |
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Óñòîÿòü ïðåä ñîáëàçíîì òû ïðîñòî íå ñìîã! |
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You joined their tight embrace |
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Which begot a sharp blade |
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They offered it to you |
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And you accepted the gift of death |
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It easily got into the flesh |
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Shedding your warm red blood |
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On their perfect silk skin |
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Your fell to their feet on the smooth marble |
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Òàéíà
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È ëèøü øåï÷óùèé ëåñ äà íî÷íîå íåáî çíàþò ïðàâäó îá ýòîì |