Текст песни Антон Пух - Танец

In the morning there is no place in the riverbed
On the morning of the fight begins religion
On the morning of hope go aground
In dreams float away like paper signs
In the morning there is thirst, but no pity
On the morning of the words do not matter
On the morning of the river will take you away
You, as the shuttle, empty cup of patience
CHORUS:
Bab-coat
Dance produced by fire
Bab-coat
Dance on the eternal fire
Bab-coat
Dance saves the day
Bab-coat
Dance leads to trouble
Baba Lyuba-Shiba-ba-eeeee
In the morning you are sick and are looking for a hookah
In the morning you believe in the possibility of salvation
In the morning - you're a rabbit caught in the trap
Glad, as a child, some water and jam
In the morning there is hunger, but there is no choice
On the morning of nerve cells intact
If you are in the morning, floating down the river
Next to the bed felt tablet