В колонках играет - CLAWFINGER - VIENNA

The night was wrong, unperfect one
I kept snow-white null moon in sight
The orphaned kid of two-faced sun
Still tried to heal the void inside
Cold, empty bed behind my back
With woken scarecrow under it
Vermilion eyes discerns black wrack
And spiny roots around my feet
The minor orchestra of trees
Plays ruthless music of pipe dreams
Gray harlot angels on their knees
Hisses dread notes of dead-sun beams
I open depraved mouth-pest
Loose butterflys of holy hails
Praises for Queen of Southwest
Slick hate and curse for every male