Текст песни Сергей Бабкин - Первая ночь

In the cage driven,
To the top of the Zes.
On idols, all the forces are given.
Divided.
Games are played.
Threads with needles.
On the guitars all the fifth languages
To Moon

Where, that first night?
Where, that in the throat com,
And the word lost sense.
Where is the first night now?
With anyone nor about com
Just getting out of the scene.

Parked
Rejected.
Scattered on different sides
Cities.
Winners
Energy.
In the light of every recent events, we
Spectators

Where, that first night?
Where, that in the throat com,
And the word lost sense.
Where is the first night now?
With anyone nor about com
Just getting out of the scenes.

Where, that first night?
With anyone nor about com
Just getting out of the scenes.

Where, that first night?
And the word lost sense.