Текст песни АлисА - Бес паники

Torch torch
In our honor .
On the wings of angels
Flared tin.
Voices echoed ,
The wind sang .
Long or a short ,
Bes Drobil limit.
Get up against the wall,
Make a step.
See the ashes ?
This dancing demon panic !
New truth
New brooms
Warmth, affection
Pronimala to tears.
Pours , trays,
Kissing, crippled ,
Soft bed stele
Yes, I could not sleep.
And the crowd carried away
Derailed ,
Yes, to the very bottom .
The High tray
Wind sprinkled head ,
As silver .
And walked a broom
As bodies on bodies.
Wow , it was fun
Torch .