Фоном в видео идут старинные замки. Мне кажется, что налет готики пикнику весьма к лицу)) Если бы я оказался в старинном замке, с его мистическими историями, меня бы тоже стала бить лихорадка
for those catching fortune with open lips all that's next means nothing, cause they're playing for keeps and glance is sharp as knife, and silent is step if it's known anyone, it must be them that it can be sweetest ever this shiny bind of evening fever sparks of colorful lanterns gush out turn around everything and with hot wave's deceit city's gonna comes street then the colors will blur and dim, and all will seem just a dream and i'll hit with my palms on a white round table-- i don't know if you hear, and what do i even care? i don't know how to call you, don't have your number to ring and the telephone gods are so stubborn and mean to those who know sweetest ever this shiny bind of evening fever sparks of colorful lanterns gush out turn around everything and with hot wave's deceit city's gonna comes street then the colors will blur and dim, and all will seem just a dream so why is heaven above us no lighter that cinder and the telephone gods are so stubborn and mean to those catching fortune with open lips? but how else can it be, since no one knows, it seems how sweet it can be ever this shiny bind of evening fever sparks of colorful lanterns gush out turn around everything and with hot wave's deceit city's gonna comes street then the colors will blur and dim, and all will seem just a dream
