Текст песни Пляски мага - Пироманы

Pyromaniac

Spring teases with variety
Inimitable and honest.

But looking up I see again
That which I have known for so long.

And it cannot but hurt.
In theory, I should sniff and blush.

Pr-in: Hello my! What are you doing?
And you know, it turned out you can live without you.
No huts and welcoming cabbage soup
On the porches of friends tearing you apart.

How bright is the star burning?
The hottest bottom topic.

Past the spectacles of a colored house
My ferries are sailing.

And the oven slowly ignites
In the club of lovers to burn something.