Текст песни Vigilia - Ночь в Латинском квартале

Shapes, sounds, dreams ...
Nerves tightly woven
Together with smoky clubs,
Squealing broken string .

Dead city behind,
Fairy dancing on his chest.
From the Latin Quarter
That night, not to leave.

There is no heaven and earth,
All diseases of love.
Half-naked Madonna ,
Kiss poisoned.

The Muses are jumping into the glass
And the poet hopelessly drunk.
Here patients hallucinations
Very strange farce .

And under a curtain , like a dream,
Despite the cry and moan ,
Two dwarves endure
From the dreams of the poet won ...