作曲 : Vladislav Urevich Parshin
sick and poor
he runs through everglade
face is covered with grey dirt
color of his clothes
bengal Lights
illuminate his way
fiasco for the daytime
triumph for the night
who is there
with black feathers In white hands
her perfume Is filling up his head
weight And depth
only Weight and depth
bottomless depth
bottomless depth
and in the safety of her bed
in the nameless place
you know she is there
and in the safety of her bed
in the nameless place
you know she is there
she is there