JAKOMO, TATAR - До потолка
текст песни

Tambourines in a circle on fire, my body
There's no light here
This is not dancing at the bar with a cocktail.
We are known in the area as the "Dance" sect
Strange faces, poisonous air
Shrouded in darkness, laughter and squeals
This is not your crowded club
Here the body falls from top to bottom
Yeah
The traffic light does not slow down
A meteor flies from the sky to Earth
We are your ambassador
We're pulling the crowd, the amps are too much
Ah, EDM, not Dorn
The body is flying, it's a broken drone
Lightning and thunder in the sky
I'm standing at the control panel, loading the cartridge.
To the ceiling
Hands up to the ceiling
To the ceiling
Hands higher into the clouds
To the ceiling
Hands up to the ceiling
To the ceiling
Hands higher into the clouds
To the ceiling
Hands up to the ceiling
To the ceiling
Hands higher into the clouds
To the ceiling
Hands up to the ceiling
To the ceiling
Hands higher into the clouds
Mmmm the bills are flying and you're dancing on the table
Mmm looks want the night to be on fire
Ooh shots left, right, don't leave them at the bottom
She and I are dancing in the dark
It's hot as on the coast, I see the heady shadows again
And you want to rip all your clothes off
Not a drop in the glass, not a drop of embarrassment
Bass speakers wheeze
Splashes flew in different directions
Champagne
The windows are sweating
You want to take me too
But I'm dancing by the stage
To the ceiling
Hands up to the ceiling
To the ceiling
Hands higher into the clouds
To the ceiling
Hands up to the ceiling
To the ceiling
Hands higher into the clouds
To the ceiling
Hands up to the ceiling
To the ceiling
Hands higher into the clouds
To the ceiling
Hands up to the ceiling
To the ceiling
Hands higher into the clouds