Текст песни sad al kamio - Париж

Moths are caught in a tin jar
The emptiness is ticking of the year and we are broken
And we are chewed by the blades of our rustles
And we are winter and cold again.
Moths are caught in a tin jar
The emptiness is ticking of the year and we are broken
And we are chewed by the blades of our rustles
And you're Paris and it's cold again.

Plant sincere admiration in the dark
And darkness will be consumed by resurrection.
Rag doll in the electric chair
Slouching looks at his new shoes
And the cheekbones of people behind the glass are dancing a waltz.
The doll is not thinking about you, gentlemen, not about you,
She slept last years with a knife in her arms
Under the Tibetan mantras and burnt background.