Being in tall wineglasses, being an obedient legend,
it will spill, inappropriately, all of a sudden, he will remain just someone, someone familiar, and whoever he would be...
Perhaps, if only we could...
I am lost in guessing, I'm doing my best, but still
I don’t understand, you don't understand me either.
What if to come down to earth, to put something over our shoulders, holding onto the railing and holding our hands tighter... Such a beautiful couple. Fancy that, so am I.
Hit harder, tear down, if you can.
Look with more fun, nod for goodbye,
break my heart and don't give any promises.
So beat the drum, no one will ever remember
how many there are such corridors and rooms!
Break your strings, hit harder!
Yet harder! Beat the drum!
Beat the drum!
Beat the drum!
Rip your strings, hit harder!
Made of broken lines and graceful bends,
this holiday seems almost real to us.
It's a tempting occasion - now and no longer.
There's no more need to hide it, now there's nowhere to hide.
I"ll make an awkward movement to bend under the blow -
I'll keep being your naive decoration.
So beat the drum, no one will ever remember
how many there are such corridors and rooms!
Break your strings, hit harder!
Yet harder! Beat the drum!
Beat the drum! Beat the drum!
Rip your strings, hit harder!
...
So beat the drum, no one will ever remember
how many there are such corridors and rooms!
Break your strings, hit harder!
Yet harder! Still harder!
Beat the drum! Beat the drum!
Beat the drum! Beat the drum!
Rip your strings, hit harder!