Текст песни Decorator - ФЕЯ

My little sleeping, what does he dream?
No, not a fairy tale that I heard from mom
In the morning on his eyelashes
Pentagram lights burn out

He descends into the kingdom of Morpheus
Where colors turn into sounds
There in his dreams he sees a fairy
In viper leather loafers

She has the look of a hungry beast
Two fluffy hare legs
And colored peacock feathers
Between the fields of a straw hat

Part of the composition of its refractory
The properties part is as plastic as clay
The necklace is her noose
And perfume - formalin solution

For some, she has bones and skin
For others, she is a woman in the body
But in one, all the stories are similar
This lady's kiss is deadly

I’m watching you, everything’s numb
But black saws will be wrapped
And your joyful day will turn around
Chilling Tren Grave

My little sleeping, what does he dream?
No, not a fairy tale that I heard from mom
In the morning, his eyes sparkle
Carnivorous pentagram pattern