...а она стояла и смотрела ему вслед под эту музыку

We gather matters of the heart
So we can act a fool
It's [bad word] without you
The silver soul [bad word] through
It's a [bad word] illusion, yeahhh

The needle on the spinning wheel
Collecting silver coil
It gathers heat without you,
Whether or not you're turned from it
It's a quick turn
To let us in, yeahhh

It is happening again
It is happening again
It is happening again
It is happening again

The bodies lying in the sand,
They're moving in the dark
It is so quick to let us in
Feel it moving through our skin
It's a sickness, infinite quickness yeahhh

It is happening again...