Вечер Спустился в город и попутал Вечер Танцует в обуви на кухне Без следа
Чувства, чувства, чувства Чувства, чувства, чувства Чувства, чувства, чувства Evening Went down to town and got confused Evening Dancing in shoes in the kitchen Without a trace
Our life has spun and spun Circles-eights And the skin of my hands grew cold There is a peg in the fountain Magic
Who made the soul of the creature So brittle? It's so easy to take a wrong turn Wandering in the dark NA NA NA