Текст песни Поводки Нетерпения. - Париж догорал

Until we bring down the body of black coffee with wool
Or eyes bought a net Whatman
We will be someone once
And on the streets of Paris was knocking Nabat
Until we bring down view of a bright ball of bronze
By submitting this gonzo air
Tchaikovsky silence. and Chopin watched
like the music Piaf Paris burned
Champs Elysees colored ash
Mimes slowly pulled Requiem
Roasted chestnuts and white paint
Without fear in their black masks.
While the nails sharp color of mourning
While the soul in the aura zataskaya
While we were at the bottom of immeasurably higher
Paris burns.

Paris was burning pretty slow way
foam and ashes became almost static
a wild party in the empty beds
It does not give me the okay to sleep
While Chopin matching howling dogs
And the violin filled the tanks with their blood
Our shadows fled from this heat
bold steps degenerating into pairs.
We remember the sound of accordions
and how they became later
a sort of frozen midges
or enthralled white sweet skin
We remember knocking coach
and how the princess stripped
Laughing, merged with the roof
until the bottom of the slow and terrible our waning Paris.