Текст песни Алексей Вишня - Танцы на битом стекле

Your voice -
Anticipation of total disaster,
Your Region -
Shred lunar water.
Your God
It will become brighter for a moment,
My mind
It will become even faster,
What glass spray
Vopёtsya in your virgin mind
In the skin, and the skin ...

These white hands,
These bare feet,
As if out of boredom
The blood on the needle.
I give you the adrenaline -
The fact that you lost,
Obsessive dancing on broken glass.

The ballroom
Without changes
Barman
Kneading a new cocktail,
Frigate
He gave the general roll ...
You have not heard
His cry of chopped legs,
Dance, dance ...

These white hands,
These bare feet,
As if out of boredom
The blood on the needle.
I give you the adrenaline -
The fact that you lost,
Obsessive dancing on broken glass.