I am not cold, Im not afraid
Sounds are strung on a thin thread.
You can contact me, can kill.
Me, it does not embarrass,
Maybe I'm not even going to scream.
Broken heart is still of the night,
I would like to become your dead wife
Did not resist, do not cast off shackles,
Waited until the fingers of my throat will shrink.
Do not pity me, whether it is cruel.
My blood - tomato juice
My blood - cranberry mousse.
I am not cold, I'm not afraid.
When, finally, you did razorvesh?
When you're in the ribs zasunesh me a knife?
And vyrezhesh sign on my back
And how else prikosneshsya to me?
You're cold, gloomy, you can not warm up,
Bu my clothes, I'll bu.
Broke my arm, hit the jamb,
I'm so wo out that agree and so ...
Do not pity me, whether it is cruel.
My blood - tomato juice
My blood - cranberry mousse.
I am not cold, I'm not afraid.
Not maysya not labor to bring forth, you're not alone
I'm by your side - a handful of ashes at his feet
And a pair of white gnawed bones
Innocent victim of the passion of love.
Do not pity me, whether it is cruel.
My blood - tomato juice
My blood - cranberry mousse.
I am not cold, I'm not afraid
