Текст песни По.Ст - Леди добрых манер

White shadow in the night mnogokryloy was a siren,
Black tread Evil recklessness desperate measures.
On the lips of her pain, and her words smell treason.
To the question: "Who are you," she called the Lady of Good Manners.

Ringing in the ears of its bell tower vechnopene,
Like vupor shot like torture her beauty.
On the border of the times I saw her reflection
For that failure, followed by a blank.

Lady of Good Manners, I pray, let us go free.
Let us go where we serve an example of cheating.
Lady of Good Manners, perhaps, we will not suffer pain
Break the chain and take away our souls a trap.

White shadow in the night we leave mnogokryloy Siren,
Black tread Evil recklessness desperate measures.
On the lips of our pain, and our words smell treason.
To the question: "Who are we" do not reply in good manners.