Lyrics F.P.G. - Танец

In the morning there is no place in the riverbed
The fight religion starts in the morning
In the morning, the hope of going aground
In dreams, floating away like paper signs

There is thirst in the morning, but no pity
Words don't matter in the morning
In the morning the river will carry you away
You, like a shuttle, an empty bowl of patience

CHORUS:
Bab fur coat
Dance produced by fire
Bab fur coat
Dance on the Eternal Flame
Bab fur coat
Day-saving dance
Bab fur coat
Dance leading to trouble
Baba-lyuba-shiba-ba-eeeee

In the morning you are sick, you breathe hookah
In the morning you believe in the possibility of salvation
In the morning - you're a rabbit caught in a trap
Glad as a child, a little water with jam

There is hunger in the morning, but no choice
In the morning, the nerve cells are safe.
If you're in the morning, floating down the river
Near the bed I groped pills