Текст песни Тони Раут, Полина Гагарина - Танец на 9 мая

Asphalt sparkles, reflecting the moon,
The gloomy city fell asleep under a blanket of stars.
The city of fallen hopes and the living dead,
City of pain, suffering, grave crosses.

Do not spare strangers, Anathema will become,
Silhouettes disappear, dissolving in the fog.
I would know where you went, doomed to death,
Wickedness breaks into the Sabbath with a flock of black ravens.

Don’t ask to let go, eagerly clings to the throat,
Tearing off pieces and so on again and again.
Let me remind you the importance of the weather in the house,
In Routville, it is cloudy again, and puddles of blood.