Someone, some stranger, slyly tossed a dice, long and rather endless road road to paradise
We make our way through a crowd of gray faces.
We must skillfully cover all our traces.
Our thoughts are sacred and your hands are clean. I see you continue to re- -joice in success and sheen from the happiness that you are so lucky, and in this moment you are so beautiful and fucking
My strange days, your long, bright, sweet and tender nights. Shiver, haze in your dilated pupils.
It's all like a crooked mirror-fake splendor. The little things that bind this world,uncouples
Us… Or... May-be so: [Mixed chorus/Микс припев]
Uncertainty, haze in your dilated pupils
The little things that bind this world;uncouples us. My strange days, your long, bright and tender nights. It's all like a crooked mirror-fake splen-
-dor…of this world, of stupid () world.
Bad evil word.Someone else's word.
New fingerprint found on your ground.
Extra creak, whistle, sound
And you have no way out.
Sometimes you don't see a solution, you start to panic.
Others joke and swear-you get very angry and manic.
I'm trying to stand up for your great pride
You twitch, you say I must learn to confide.
The customer asks for money, inflates the price,
He depicts anger, re- -peats the question trice
And you really don't want to inflict hellish hurt
Alas, he doesn't know that there's a gun under your skirt… (It happens.)
I'm confused.. My boss is the accused.. What else do you want to surprise me?Bruised… and scarred... I'll get out of here
The world hesitates and breathes greed, callousness.
Most people are enveloped in fear paralysis.
Everybody thinks we are doing great atrocity,
But in fact, the meaning of our affairs is more sinuosity
When we steal something, then the sinful soul save.
We're changing the all- -encompassing world wave;
The age-old question: "Where is the justice?"
In general, without each other we would begin to miss.
My strange days, your long, bright, sweet and tender nights. Shiver, haze in your dilated pupils.
It's all like a crooked mirror-fake splendor. The little things that bind this world,uncouples us...Or maybe so: [Mixed chorus/Микс припев]
Uncertainty, haze in your dilated pupils.
The little things that bind this world; uncouples us. My strange days, your long, bright and tender nights. It's all like a crooked mirror-fake splendor…