Текст песни Константин Потапов - Танец

Tear and fly silk!
Dress - spin the whirlwind! ..
In the dance, calves glide!
All she sigh ... Cry! ..
All is a split seam.
How many deserts have you gone
to steal it?

All of it is in sound, in rhythm! ..
All on the altar is the lamb!
To fall and forget the memory.
Rain, sparkle dance!
Do you want her scream?
Erase your name -
you can’t leave your own with her,

do not save. Bay
pain in the palm of your hand!
In a hot Madrid blast furnace
you will not leave a share
yourself to yourself.
Once red-hot, white
so give yourself to the bottom!

Here it is - a blade! knife!
Feet in the sand with blades!
The pulse on such a glow -
a stone crumbles into dust
under the drum trembling.
The sky is stretched with cloth
burst - take a deep breath! ..

If you decide, dance
rain down the slopes
fall, stream cascades! ..
Together bloody sunset
you will be nailed to the butt.
God, what excitement
to death, together, to the end! ..

Tear and fly silk!
A dress does not hide caviar! ..
Dance covered in a whirlwind
your every breath, cry.
The last seam is torn! ..
All that you lived, passed
Dance took, stole.