Through alarming twillight, the cigare smoke, A flame of a candle reflects evenly in a mirror. I am sitting at the table, a pistol is on the table I am playing a game for strong men. I am laughing at myself, I am drawing moustache You do not know, what I really am I am the energy of a blast, I am the echo of storm I am not yet dangerous, but just not yet... You still don't know, how serious it would be I still have 2 hours before dawn and one unsolved question
Yesterday you have lost unintentionally your shadow And today not you but it is visiting me We play a little, here in the darkness A pistol, me and the shadow, try to understand Unfortunately, I don't know how serious it was Your shadow regretably cannot answer my question Refrain
Refrain: How are we, strangers from different worlds? Or are we accidental victims of natural impulses? Do you know how is it difficult to press on the trigger? This world is amazing seconds before the explosion
Instrumental We will punish each other with the highest level of desperance In order to eliminate this evening from our memories. There is only one bullet here, do not be sad I twirl the cylinder and this bullet is mine. And now I know for sure how serious it is Because silence is also an answer to my absurd question... Who are we? Strangers from different worlds?
Блин... басист (контрабас), так охуенно чувствует инструмент - респект... Без ладов. Чисто на слух - реальный музыкант. Ни разу не сфальшивил. А по басам фальшь слышна сразу..
