Текст песни Шамбала - На кончиках пальцев

I kiss your hands off the streets long
Dying autumn eyes caress tracks
In the cold light of her arms to me terribly
My shadow whispers that I dissolve in smoke

And trouble
I go on thin thin ice
Bayukov
Over-and-mirror
His dream

Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-aa
Infinitely drop down
I must be the weirdest
Of all Alice

Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-aah
And there are deeply
And maybe nothing
Only somewhere on the fingertips
Freezes ...

I look through your fingers and see black holes
Infinity swallowing my body
Tucked away on the edge of the world
Something with my lips tenderness
Before bottoms drinks

And trouble
I go on thin
Thin Ice
Bayukov
Over-and-mirror
His dream

Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-aa
Infinitely drop down
I must be the weirdest
Of all Alice

Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-aah
And there are deeply
And maybe nothing
Only somewhere on the fingertips
Freezes ...

Love.