Lyrics 157. Пикник - Немного огня

A Little Fire (1994)

(E.Shklyarsky)

And the god who lives in the shadows and grants the light,
And this is only fire, and no more, no.
And this is only the fire, that in him is sin, eh?
And the words run away, and so they do not understand ...
And hold, hold, hold me,
Lest I burst out laughing.

A little fire is the middle of the way.
A little fire can save you
In the splendor of deception ... Deception ...
A little fire is the middle of the way.
A little fire can save you
In the splendor of deception ...

And miracles are far away, but behind a mirrored window
No shadows, wild midday insisted on wine.
And this is only wine, what is sin in it, eh?
And what the soul preserved is not to take it away.
And hold, hold, hold me,
Lest I burst out laughing.

A little fire is the middle of the way.
A little fire can save you
In the splendor of deception ... Deception ...
A little fire is the middle of the way.
A little fire can save you ...

A dying sound is barely visible.
Paler than pale, yes, but don't be silent,
After all, this is just a game, what is sin in it, eh?
And what the soul has kept, so it does not take away.
And hold, hold, hold me,
Lest I burst out laughing.

A little fire is the middle of the way.
A little fire can save you
In the splendor of deception ... Deception ...
Little...

A little fire ...
A little fire ...
A little fire ...
A little fire ...