Текст песни Вкусный Позор - Быть самураем

He pounced on the shoulders of my evening sadness
crackling fire and let
us not to be together,
not to look into the jaws of danger
- We are different suits
against any logic
our burning passion
hello - goodbye
My mania of your persecution
It warms during cold weather

flied bullfinches , watching the seas
settled deep , clinging anchors
someone lost , mourning suffered
do a little bit of dying
having no plans to paradise
not dirt under your feet have to be a samurai