Текст песни А.К. Декаданс - Мотоциклетка

I remember you as young ladies in a short white blouse
I was a teacher-tutor, taught you French
I adored you then
I was a gray schoolboy and you are my princess
You sang the Marseillaise to me, lisping there lovely
And I sang along with you

I met you six years later and I thought I wouldn't recognize
You were in black breeches, there was a cigar in your lips
And Satan was with you
His evil yellow eye of the Antichrist is a mark,
His name is Motorcycle and you are Motorcycle.
And you are his wife

I saw myself burning naked tonight
You flew to heaven on a terrible black wolf
I know it was him
I put a candle to the images but I no longer believe
I will soon sell your soul to you and a motorcycle
Our Father hedgehogs

Our Father hedgehogs
Seven wolves one wolf
Soar our wind dashing
Take it into the open field
I won't be there tomorrow
You won't be there tomorrow
All of us will be gone tomorrow
Today or tomorrow