Текст песни Антон Павлов - Танец

In the morning there is no place in the river bed,
In the morning the religion of the fight will begin,
In the morning hope to get off the mel
In dreams floats as paper signs
In the morning there is thirst, but no pity,
In the morning, words do not matter,
In the morning the river will take you away,
You, like a shuttle, poured bowl of patience

Fire dance
Dance on the eternal fire,
Dance, saving afternoon,
Dance leading to trouble.

In the morning you are sick and breathe a hookah,
In the morning you believe in the possibility of salvation.
In the morning you are a rabbit who fell into the trap -
Rad like a child, a boiler with jam.
In the morning there is hunger, but there is no choice,
In the morning in preservation, nerve cells.
In the morning it is so important, floating around the river,
Next to the bed to grope tablets