Текст песни Пикник - Декаданс

You're captured by a barefoot dance
Your head is spinning a dream.
I am the last singer of decadence
And you melt from my song.

You say nothing will happen
If I’m a little rude.
You speak and the tar oozes
In the corners of darkened lips.

Decadence!

How we got into the weave
Fates broken and flowers?
Better than blooming hour
Life left for later.

And we will be deceived, and believe
Like we fall into a trance again
As if the doors were open again
Into a world called Decadence.

Decadence!

And you can’t hide your face under a mask -
Everything is wide open, all in reality.
This world is not like a fairy tale
But they still live in it.

And the forbidden heart beats
And intoxicates, and breaks, and ruins.
You are silent - only tar oozes
In the corners of darkened lips.

Decadence!