Текст песни Айгель - Разговор

How deadly regal you are
When I'm as rude as a reserved seat
I stand before the gentlemen's chambers
A rude, unkempt bard.

Your pose is cast
Platinum armor.
My body is beaten
In the midst of the battle.

How handsome and tall you are,
When my tongue is shameless.
Courteous when I am sincere
And you are used to being daring

Smart when I'm in underwear
When it is already a torn
Fate, mocking bastard,
Has worn out the line between us.

And complete. Can't be seen anymore
Whether we wear the crown or the livery.
You're on my nettle
Make yourself more comfortable on the carpet.

I'm not afraid that it’s inaudible again,
And probably nonsense again.
There is already a century-old dent
Where our conversation is going.