Текст песни Максим Леонидов - Смотри, но не тронь

They say she goes out at night
Scythes pouring fire golden on the shoulders
And a poodle is pinned on his chest and a crow flies in front,
They say her dress is transparent to the light,
They say it’s not there.
Chorus:
When the full moon is above the earth,
Then she turns into a cat.
Weightless step, fire in sight.
Look, but better not touch.

From her apartment in the very center of Moscow
The smell of a decoction of bitter grass is heard.
They say that they heard a moan, and that the Rolling Stones were there,
And they say that she is he.

We don’t give a damn what’s true, what’s not,
We can read the facts in the news.
Give us better tales, stories, gossip, rumors and delirium
And we will be able to dance on the bones.