Vigilia - Ночь в Латинском квартале
текст песни

Essays, sounds, dreams ...
The nerves are woven tightly
Together with smoky clubs,
With a squeal of a torn string.

Dead city behind
The fairy is dancing on the chest.
From the Latin quarter
Do not leave that night.

There is no sky and land here
All diseases from love.
Half -naked Madonna,
Kiss poisoning.

Muse jump into a glass
And the poet is godlessly drunk.
There are sick hallucinations here
Very strange booth.

And under the curtain, like a dream
Despite the scream and groan,
Two dwarfs take out
From the dream of the poet ...