Текст песни Принцесса Острова - На балу

Skirts in assembly, tight belt
This is the style of all the fashion ladies at the ball.
Hair pulled down a hill - that is,
The delicate taste at the ball is very visible.
This is a fashion for those who grew up in a stuffy room
Our high style grows in the seas
Let them decorate the berries and fruits details
Cheeky gleam in the eyes. That's all!
Learn dancing
Hat with gloss
Even the umbrella is spinning tired
So the girls come to the ball
Gloss root, thoughts are simple
You will slaughter everyone
If you come to the ball
Better let the nest disappear (Oh no!)
I've been here at all the balls
How beautiful everyone is dressed in silk
Yes, when it's dark in the eyes
Skirt! The dress! Lush! Close!
More! Less! Gloomy! Light coloured!
Yes! No! The black! White! (Wait!)
That you said a lot of truth, I know
And let yourself be good
Selected style character reflects
But under the dress the soul is hiding
Sea color after a thunderstorm
I can find you this
And the stubborn running of the vine
I can sketch everything that I remember
Suddenly pink will go to me
It can be a shawl and a mantle.
Like a starry sky
You will be beautiful in it like no one else!

- well! That is, almost!
Something is missing!
With all my heart I want to give
You helped me fulfill my dream

The guests freeze breath
When will you be at the ball
Will you be with a bouquet of roses
Like a diamond in the midst of silent stars
Have fun dancing
Dance and have fun at the ball!