Текст песни Электрические Партизаны - Тонкая Игра

Imagined smoldering in the depths of sleep
It seemed returned from the space beam
He whirled and rushed a stream of wine
Past the glasses and cups on the table directly.
One can see, I am too happy, to feel light
With a calm smile opened the window
Without me, it will be better - decided poet
Everyone loved to have gone long ago.

Ashes in the wind, a stone sink
Shout in the sky: let another
New torture, eyes on knives
The second attempt - the same exact life.

With his head under the book - his own executioner
For Strings Strings - fresh zinc in the blood
On the surface, do not lament death prayers
Titles like life, do not contradict
Wax figures come in the house
To catch the last movement of the eyes,
To speak with you and to be silent about
How many of us left now ...

Ashes in the wind, a stone sink
Shout in the sky: let another
New torture, eyes on knives
The second attempt - the same exact life.

In this world, even the guests depart
Was done on and inveterate, and otbedovat
Solve wind sail which
Dying to love, flying in the clouds
Horse hair on the veins - sweet moan
Fiery glass sounds spark
The lamp will flash last love newt
Life is in the balance - a delicate game ...

Ashes in the wind, a stone sink
Shout in the sky: let another
New torture, eyes on knives
The second attempt - the same exact life.