Текст песни Бард Волосатый Али - Эгрегор

Through the city cold stones
Rides son of rain on the wooden horse.
The world outside is knocking
Drops of salt water on the back.

Crying bitterly tired mother
From what can not understand
That this is just our dance.
And so we want to dance!

View of open aimlessly century
Dancing in the darkness,
In the arms of imaginary hand,
In the thickening silence.

Under artless rhythm of our bodies
And the beating of our hearts
Sends a refrain in the ether:
"This is not over!"

City wall paper
Afraid of the heat and fire of our bodies.
City by the black water,
Tending to wash away our tracks ...

Do not wait for mercy, do not wait:
We are rolling in the spark of our love
As coals into languages
Accustomed to the taste of lies.

And mutilation of our bodies
Do not pass a careless glance,
Yes spill of black hearts
The cooling poison.

Shelest scattered words
Hands hidden behind his back,
Living in the cold walls,
Themselves become a wall.

Do not awaken these stones
Our dances and our laughter.
It is evident however, that dancing and laughter -
Not for everyone!