Текст песни Jane Air - Последний Бал

This is war!
No one will be saved
Those who live to see tomorrow morning
Shall be burned at the stake
This is war!
Neither knows
What kind of game awaits them
And sweat on his temples

Shelest dresses
And the juice flowing at parties
His rock
Last Ball
For those who had been waiting for him

He opens the ball
It lowers the visor
Only once in the era
Without action
Twilight taxis destinies
Podsuzhivaya muddy people in half
With Inhumans
Do not fall into the unseemly prosak
You can slap haute couture dress
After all, the dress code glamor
No jackets
Kurds even smoke there
Where bird grip in chickens
E! Guests walk inside
At the entrance I was like a portrait of the knight
King's gaze prischuchenny
Great pair of gripper bars at the waist
Only one phobia
Love never seen it
I drove a dark forces
With an area of ​​more than all the gothic world
Here, ed-win and Jane Air

The smell of sulfur and could
Eyes cuts
Screams and legs topat
Last Ball
For those who had been waiting for him

This is war!
No one will be saved
Those who live to see tomorrow morning
Shall be burned at the stake
This is war!
Neither knows
What kind of game awaits them
And sweat on his temples

Shelest dresses
And the juice flowing at parties
His rock
Last Ball
For those who had been waiting for him