Текст песни Вход с улицы - Черноглазая ночь

The black-eyed night rings deafly
Stars on epaulettes
The moon raves on the other side of the clouds.
rumble of a sick quartet

Pale tattered sound
The cries of the soloist
Dripping wax from the hands
On dirty flooring - tap shoes without fingers

Thousands of eyes from the basements of houses
Whispering into the mists of the streets
To the sharp teeth of your cities
Stuffed days are back