Текст песни Бард Волосатый Али - Эгрегор

Through the city cold stones
Rides son of rain on the wooden horse.
The world outside is knocking
Drops of salty water on the back.

She weeps bitterly tired mother
From that, he could not understand,
That this is just our dance.
And so we want to dance!

A look of open aimlessly century
Dancing in the darkness,
In the arms of imaginary hand
The thickening silence.

Under artless rhythm of our bodies
And the beating of our hearts
Sends refrain aired:
"This is not over!"

City wall paper
Afraid of the heat and fire of our bodies.
City by the black water,
Aspiring wash our tracks ...

Do not wait for mercy, do not wait:
We are rolling in the spark of our love
As the coals into languages
Accustomed to taste lies.

And mutilation of our bodies
Do not pass a careless glance
Yes spill of black hearts
Cools poison.

Shelest scattered words
Hands hidden behind his back,
Living in a cold wall,
Sami will be a wall.

Do not awaken these stones
Our dances and our laughter.
It is evident however, that dancing and laughter -
Not for all!