Романтика [Romantika] [English translation]

The romance has been dying long and hard,

In agony and suffering,

The men in white coats

Watched her through the glass,

The plate glasses of the underground

Scientific laboratories

Were stained with the blood,

But quieted the sounds.

Well, they should, her screaming was beautiful,

Like the best song,

Which the whole world is small for,

With which the implication is clear.

Well, they should, her screaming was beautiful,

Like the best song,

With which the implication is clear,

Which the whole world is small for.

The computer was frozen of shock,

The contacts were short-circuited of blood,

And the men in white coats

Has forgotten the reality and facts.

The plate glasses started to shake,

Vibrating in pain,

But they still didn't miss out

The sound to the lab.

Well, they should, her screaming was beautiful,

Like the best song,

Which the whole world is small for,

With which the implication is clear.

Well, they should, her screaming was beautiful,

Like the best song,

Which the whole world is small for,

With which the implication is clear.

For nothing...

All for nothing!

Her screaming was beautiful,

Like the best song,

Which the whole world is small for,

With which the implication is clear.

For nothing, her screaming was beautiful,

Like the best song,

Which the whole world is small for,

With which the implication is clear.

For nothing...