The keys to the lotus
Next to the rosebouquet on the living room table
Projection at the velvet-coated bank
disaster report
She stands at the window, leaning against the railing
And look into the lunar eclipse
As if she had the big city for herself
As if she had the big city for herself, yeah
In the chandelier light
In the chandelier light
Does she have this blaze in view
Does she have that blaze in mind, yeah
In the chandelier light
In the chandelier light
As if she had the big city for herself
As if she had the big city for herself, yeah
The charcoal stove under control
And decides exactly who breaks the bread with her
Makes cold business
But fold the blanket on which your Doberman sits
Only shows her face when needed
Without much conflict, her messenger will be sent
Because the air at the top is thin
The air at the top is thin, yeah
In the chandelier light
In the chandelier light
Does she have this blaze in view
Does she have that blaze in mind, yeah
In the chandelier light
In the chandelier light
As if she had the big city for herself
As if she had the big city for herself, yeah
And when the candles go out
Is she starting to miss, where is the chandelier light?
When the crystals do not flash
Is she alone, without the reflection on her face?
At some point, the day comes when he falls
And breaks into thousands of pieces on the ground
Because the air at the top is thin
The air at the top is thin, yeah