Текст песни Герр Добронравоff - Bal macabre

And how I got
This dreadful ball
Whose goddamn hand
I was taken away my peace?
Oh, ladies, gentlemen,
Cocotte, tricksters
Oh, I would be honored
At the table you sit down.

The innocence and debauchery
keep your eyes,
On his parched lips
Flowering love and fear.
About the damn ball,
I have been looking at it
Who are you then
We gave all yourself?

This opium and vanilla -
One night crossed out every day,
You fill a glass of sorrow
And let the ball continue!
Drunk dance brittle bones
I forgive you, I forgive, too,
Shot clock, time to change the pair,
But it is impossible to remove their masks.

You soar in dreams,
Hope is lost,
But in caring hands
Fumes yesterday's ashes.
treacherous fire
Blown forgotten dream
Why my love,
He gave himself unto me?

This opium, vanilla,
These nights and days,
We fill a glass of sorrow
This ball, this ball