Текст песни Агата Кристи - Мы играем во что захотим. Мы упали и летим, и летим...

We play
What we want to.
We fell
And fly, and fly ...
And where we do not know.
Until a certain pores.
We are blind
According to the laws of the game.

Listen,
Wind whistles atonal tune.
Wind intrusive wind playful.
He kisses me! He's biting me!
And for those who volunteered himself
Falling into hell,
The good angels will not cause
No harm.
Never!

Quiet, quiet
Open the window.
Caution!
Hear his scent.
Someone unknown
We decided to stop.
Third wheel
He looked under the bed.

And the wind whistles again atonal tune.
Wind intrusive wind playful.
He kisses me! He's biting me!
And for those who volunteered himself
Falling into hell!
The good angels will not cause
No harm.
Never!

Wind whistles atonal tune.
Wind intrusive wind playful.
He kisses me! He's biting me!
And for those who volunteered himself
Falling into hell!
Silly angels cause
No harm!
Never ever!
Never ever!
Never!