Текст песни угроза рассвета - дама переулка

on a dark night that goes on without end
I meet the lady of the alley again
very sad to look into her eyes,
saying to herself that she is a prostitute

a pretty dress and a beaten face
in the past, bad weather overwhelmed her.
however, now, having removed my pride, I enter her door.

creak, breakthrough and body odor
it has what i wanted
torment of the streets and good
in the splendor of a slender face

so the cherished hour passed
with a conversation about suffering.
thinking about us now
calling out on a date.

text: Vadim Vlasov