Текст песни Танцы минус - Небэль, 2006

● NEBEL ●
Dancing Minus

Quasimodo, Quasimodo,
Life is not easy for a freak.
And even if it's fashion,
You are still Quasimodo.

And even if it's happiness
You chose a blue felt-tip pen
Crossed out this sky
Would jump to nebel.

Into gold into cities
The crosses in the passport.
With the winds, with the waves
From love to love.

But who said it was dancing?
Who interrupted our chances?
Who outweighed the pictures
On the walls of an old apartment?

You don't even worry
That you don't fly, you don't take off.
That you can't fly.
You just wait and miss.

Gold in the cities
Crosses in passports.
With the winds, with the waves
There is love, there is no love