Текст песни Пикник - Вплети меня в свое кружево

Woven lace me into his
 Unnoticed and easily,
 Maybe just that I need,
 And nothing more.

 My head spun,
 So your eyes are burning,
 A face-all mysterious,
 And transparent outfit.

 Again, impatience
 The blood of scratching the face,
 For that kind of moment
 All you will give in eventually.

 Runs a droplet of a droplet,
 On the left hand track,
 What's wrong with jewelry,
 Not ruby ​​bracelet.

 A vision will be scattered,
 Lights candles burn down,
 Night creeps softly on the roofs,
 Well, that and I'm glad.

 I woven into its lace,
 Do you hear the wind tearing the leaves,
 And the music is a cold,
 And the music is a cold,
 And the end is about to ...