Текст песни САБОТАЖ - Creme de violette

In the great throne room of sports fall,
 Again plays Chopin Nocturne colors .
 You also reset the dress, like autumn leaves
 And fall into the arms of purple dreams .

 Opening the window at night , let in the wind .
 He leaves playing swallow us.
 Was our dance like a bird dance,
 Violet breath , purple jazz.

 Again alone again together .
 So many and few
 And pouring fragrance on the table -
 Violet nonsense - Creme de violette.

 I know I have a dream to be held and your tears will not hide .
 A thin thread of your hands torn from my hand .