Текст песни Би-2 - Смертельный номер

I take a step into the blind abyss
Nervous trembling string rope
By way of retreat cut off
And the goal is clear .

I was promised nine lives
To live them as one
The risk is justified when your neighbor
It goes to the bottom.

Chorus:
The entire arena at a glance froze
Ahead of a fatal number - close your eyes .

Each plot is worth something
With sweat and blood mixed bread
Inevitably, the big leaves
The price of victory .

Takes a step into an empty abyss
Spinning wheel dome
Only the one who goes on an edge
He knows everything.

Chorus .