Текст песни Четыре Четверти - Танец

We are dancing on the edge of the cliff of steel
And twinkling darkness of the night nestled figures.
Underfoot rassshity star cloak spreads.
Unfamiliar constellations pattern lies.
We are dancing on the edge of a steel edge.
What if God, or Death gave us wings.
How many stars scattered as dust dispel ...
Even if you know, would not believe ...

We dance to an inch from the parquet floor.
In the light of thousands of candles insane solos.
Obsessed with the flute to the sound of the tambourine,
White velvet clothes completes the picture.
Flirtation, and our dance tends to fly,
Wind, called us, deprives care.
And what matters to us mortals from the brink,
What they can not soar to the stars behind us ...

We dance, flying in the wake of perception,
At the funeral chimes thoughts cuddle.
We did not notice the black candles on the graves,
On the verge of reading their names in confidence.
Death broke the shackles, sleeping curse.
We dance, flying in the wake of perception
Funeral whirlwind dance of love.
Being free of the flesh is fine, believe me!