Текст песни Поводки Нетерпения. - Париж догорал

Until we bring down the body of black coffee with wool
Eyes or bought a clean Whatman
We will be someone once
And on the streets of Paris was knocking Nabat
Until we bring down view of a bright ball of bronze
By submitting this gonzo air
Tchaikovsky silence. and Chopin watched
as the music Piaf Paris burned
Champs Elysees color ash
Memes slowly pulled Requiem
Roasted chestnuts and white paint
Safely in their black masks.
While sharp nails color of mourning
While the soul in the aura zataskaya
While we were at the bottom of immeasurably higher
Paris waning.

Paris was burning pretty slow way
and foam ash became almost static
a wild party in the empty beds
Do not give me the okay to sleep
While Chopin in tone howling dogs
And the violin filled the tanks with their blood
Our shadows fled from this heat
bold steps degenerating into pairs.
We remember the sounds of accordions
and later they become
a kind of frozen midges
or enthralled white sweet skin
We remember knocking coach
and as the Princess stripped
Laughing, merged with the roof
until the bottom of the slow and terrible waning our Paris.