Текст песни Асванга - Дом шлюхи

We have heard the cry of the dance,
Kochnulsya lunar face in the sky,
Guests danced in the house whore.

And the musicians, be drunk,
Rotisserie Strauss melody,
Sometimes ringing slap.

As arabesque nightmare
Swarmed strange dance couples,
For fabric curtains sliding shade.

A screeching violin, bassoon whined,
Ragged lace dance,
Like black leaves flickering.

Puppet raucous swarm
Blurry skeletal system
In the power of the slow quadrille.

Two dolls of ridiculous dreams
As the two figures of hours,
Toy embracing floated.

The sinister ghostly hero
Kuriles in thought, as a living,
At the sagging porch.

Suddenly laughter and curses were broken,
All ceremoniously hands took
The sounds of dimensional sarabande.

And I said, my love:
"Ball of the dead among the lights,
Spinning ash dust perishes! "

But you, but you left laughing,
Brained lust captivity
The door slammed shut immediately.

The orchestra out of tune all the stronger,
Waltz fantastic shadows
He became interrupted, extinguished candles ...

As long street empty
The tunic with gold border
Dawn came forward timidly.