Текст песни Мокрица - Танец

Infinity lines
We were taken to each other,
Outlines of future lives
Reflections of a past fate.

I don't hide secrets
In my animated portraits
I leave all the burden on your conscience.

Not like myself
This dance with swords on skin
Anxious, anxious
Surrounded by the crowd.

Unsociable and godless
Step rapier on taut leather
I am the source of the arts
This is my sentence.

For your love
I want to make wishes come true
Making excuses, leaving no meaning
Soulless numbers and faith in words.

Giving myself to the forces of dance
It will be difficult for me to part with you
The tight framework cannot be broken

(A. Maslyukov)