Текст песни САБОТАЖ - Страница ночи

Night pages with you leaf,
Where everything is clear and without words,
Over the opening cards
My obeda brains.
But a pink-violent day will inevit
He would like to shove it.

And the look is your hot pierce me
And in the heart will become hot.
Burn me and twisted in the wind,
Come on, come on.
But a pink-violent day will inevit
He would like to shove it.

... and your hands thin fingers,
And your lips are the zone of fire.
We like wax, smoothly
In the transparent world of the new day.