Day defended.
And evening blue
Us takes on bail ...
Neva whines and smells of dog,
Cocked to the Moon bridges stumps.
Neva whining and breathing wet
With melancholy eyes technoy bitch
Peter and Paul beaches
Crawls.
Runs / day ...
And again, lonely Mecca -
Bright neon beckons to the bar entrance.
A at the zenith of Stella Vega *
Burned heaven, black velvet.
And you're going at night prospectus
Again with the fate of his not keeping pace.
When it is dark before the dawn,
Is something that is from God ...
And you hang out on the fishing line
Nepominaemogo vain.
A at the top of the hole universal
Galaxy dancing again.
And to stand before this dance
Love - a distant, life - short.
... And beckoned the sales weasel,
Your city again, with a grin goddamned,
Is calling you to their doorsteps ...
* Stella (stella) - Star (Italian)