Текст песни Великая Четвёрка - Артистка 1.0

Wide white circle of the moon in the sky,
Sickeningly familiar places,
Fell out of here so immodestly calls
Burnt smell clean slate.
Dreams under the guillotine - a clipping,
Words trembled on the center of the lips compressed,
You are looking for happiness, or waiting for the torment?
To shock resistance or the game into a corpse?

Actress Pogorely theater
You trash on the side of the road in the foliage,
And where are you, an idiot, you'll be tomorrow?
It must be remembered output - is at the door.

Spotlight - white circle, eyes water,
And your faces daubed
Fans devotees, their enthusiasm, applause,
Flowers and money under your feet - take.
Do you remember those scenes before the fire?
The slightly creaky stage every nail,
Now your performances and a gift
No one is looking, instead of the ashes of roses.

Actress Pogorely theater
You trash on the side of the road in the foliage,
And where are you, an idiot, you'll be tomorrow?
It must be remembered output - is at the door.