Текст песни Арсен Алиев - так называемое блядство.

On the table is a glass
And in the glass you can see the bottom,
It's drunk a long time ago
We have a sinful wine.

Pouring tired rains
From some kind of emptiness
Recollections of yesteryear
Smokes cigarette smoke.

Somewhere there is someone's daughter
Called night.
She hid those
Who again went to sin.

Before Paradise Left
Where the queen rules the world of deceit.
Luring even a saint into slavery
In the so-called whore.

Only my soulful tear
Close your eyes
And don't go ask for sin
And in love there is also a bluff.

Only my soulful tear
Close your eyes
And don't go ask for sin
And in love there is also a bluff.

Someone writes like a poet,
Rejuvenate the verse of love.
But why so many words
About useless love.

There are flowers by the window
All soaked through and through
Seen on rose petals
How many tears you shed.

Somewhere there is someone's daughter
Called night.
She hid those
Who again went to sin.

Before Paradise Left
Where the queen rules the world of deceit.
Luring even a saint into slavery
In the so-called whore.

Only my soulful tear
Close your eyes
And don't go ask for sin
And in love there is also a bluff.

Only my soulful tear
Close your eyes
And don't go ask for sin
And in love there is also a bluff.