Текст песни Танцы минус - В золоте, в городах В крестиках, в паспортах

Quasimodo Quasimodo
The hard life of a monster
And even if it's fashion
You still Quasimodo

And even if it is happiness
You chose a blue felt-tip pen
He crossed the sky
Profit jumped to fiction

   Gold City
   Crosses, passports
   With winds with waves
   From love to love

Well, who said that this dance
Who broke our chances?
Who outweighed picture
On the walls of the old apartment?

You're not even worried
That does not fly do not take off
What you do not know how to fly
You just wait and miss

   The gold in the cities
   The cross in passports
   With winds with waves
   From love to love

   Gold City
   Crosses, passports
   With winds with waves
   There is love, no love