Текст песни Антитела - опять что то губы вяжет нам..

Again, the point of shock on his temples ,
Again something lips knit us
Confusing words.
Again, our fate in the balance,
Again night dancing at loggerheads ,
Sting shaved.

This shroud of white in his eyes,
It is not for a moment , it's forever ,
This head pain is wound into a salt ,
This is our double spring- love.

When it is necessary to opposite ends ,
When it is necessary to have a drink and forget -
We call silent.
When metropolis quietly asleep,
We again knits web thread
Plunges into the smoke .