Летучая мышь - наши танцы
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The Apollonians are building
What we will break
They died a hundred years ago
Those who punk sang the funeral service
Combined
They will outlive us
Fluffy kittens
They will stay here
And the circle will close in on itself
This is how time goes
And the circuit will not be short
And we will arrange a round dance on the bones
And the dances of our second-rate era
Sexual intercourse is already a dead genre
Someone invented him and we echo him
What was invented cannot be thought back
Our dances are second-rate dances
Sexual intercourse is already a dead genre
Someone invented him and we echo him
What was invented cannot be thought back
We will sprinkle salt on the living fences
Let's mow the flower beds and lay asphalt
The flowers will gnaw through it again - and we are glad
“all life is mimicry” - Oscar Wilde
Mutual responsibility
Someone will break, someone will build
And time comes without knocking
And when leaving the door he won’t close
Our life setting
Paired personnel changes according to Nietzsche
I'm poor enough
Let me be optimistic
And the dances of our second-rate era
Sexual intercourse is already a dead genre
Someone invented him and we echo him
What was invented cannot be thought back
Our dances are second-rate dances
Sexual intercourse is already a dead genre
Someone invented him and we echo him
What was invented cannot be thought back
Our dances are second-rate dances
Sexual intercourse is already a dead genre
Someone invented him and we echo him
What was invented cannot be thought back
Our dances are second-rate dances
I'll never think back again
Our dances are second-rate dances
Very stupid but very nice (ah-ah)