Текст песни Владімірус АЙВЕНГО - Танець - це приправа.

dance is a seasoning

Stepping softly on the fragile glass,
you cry quietly, secretly from everyone.
You will tell people that you had nothing
and it will strike into one's heart a cheerful laugh.

But as long as you dance, whirl around wildly,
climb up and fall laughing.
Your love, not yet killed,
said fate, life, everything, play.

Let all the movements be torn,
let the thoughts of paralysis occur,
and you, this dance, devote to your beloved,
with which in life, you went side by side.

The last notes already sound today,
and you are powerless, you fall on the table.
She didn't see you the day before
through her eyes to say something she wanted.

Choked and chased animals,
in your eyes you can see only pain.
Love is not mutual - that is, suffering,
and dance is a seasoning, just salt.