Текст песни Пикник - Пляшут искры около рта

Whether "The House of the Rising Sun" is empty,
Whether the midnight has not yet entered the taste,
But not knowing that stones fall up
And you already beats or trembling, or laughter.

Ah, the sparks dance near the mouth,
Ahh, like spikes of one bush.
Hide in a dark corner, count to one hundred
Sparks dance near mouth.

Didbed from the circle? So this is nothing.
The world is not the one yesterday that a minute later.
Slowing from us, the arrows jokingly.
He is not the one yesterday that a minute later.

Ah, the sparks dance near the mouth,
Like spikes, like spikes of one bush.
Hide in the angle, count to one hundred
Sparks dance near mouth.

Sparks dance near mouth.
Sparks dance near mouth.
Sparks dance near mouth.
Sparks dance near mouth.

Didbed from the circle? So this is nothing.
The world is not the one that yesterday that mini-well ...
Minute later. At which time
Sparks dance near us.

Sparks dance near the mouth ....
Near mouth ...