Текст песни Мартиэль - Маскарад в преисподней

words Alyona Maximova

      Under the guise of festive sme'yuscheysya me more n'et '
      In zolot'istye slots sm'otrit sparkling l'ed, ''
      In the bowl of wine t'emnym rasplyv'aetsya drops br'ed. '
      Pei vin'o and mind without fear and b'oli umr'et. '

      Under the guise of sequins sprinkled with me no more.
      Masquerade in Hell ... dancing in black and scarlet lights.
      Through the breaches in the wall crumbles sparks of light,
      Those rays that come to us in the most shameless dreams

      Dance in the living pointed fragments of dreams.
      Golden snake with pleasure merges pain ...
      Masquerade in Hell. Under the guise of not me and not you.
      Maybe it's all for the better - forever not become him.

      Masquerade, masquerade ... Silhouettes of dancing couples
      Serpentine ragged string wraps plexus hands
      Acute poison in the blood spreads dark fumes,
      As a welcome pain, like a sudden illness blessed.

      Under the guise of festive laughing me no more,
      And a silk dress flares alien glow.
      In the bowl of bitter wine spreads drops nonsense ...
      Give me your hand, come with me in terms of impersonal pairs.