Текст песни Свидетельство о Смерти - Чуть-чуть меня

melted sadly and reluctantly the snow
and began to wait for the first timid foliage
for the joy of birds and tired cripples
the flute of the illumination of spring sang

a little bit of me from a puddle of kind gentle eyes
my armor is pierced many times
one for all who fell into the wet grass
I'll take children's laughter with me and float away

behind a muddy wall of blind rain
I will hide and disappear without any trace
let the gods amuse themselves carelessly
behind a slow death for the torment of widows