Юрий Суздаль - Жар-птица - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Thousands upon thousands of lights, the city of sin, pulls you from the shadows into the light.

But the scarlet color of your lips and the acrid cigarette smoke make any attempt to hold on futile.

It's not a sin to break the law, for pure fire flows in your veins.

You fearlessly put everything on the line, while the dragon guards the firebird.

And your heart beats unusually rhythmically, not as usual because of you.

The serpentine of wet hair down your neck, the glitter of raindrops in your décolleté, pierce your instincts, sewing an uncontrollable imprint.

The roar of diesel engines, the whistle of turbines. Dopamine, serotonin, and oxytocin are surging, but I won't give up without a fight.

Although it's no sin to break the law, for pure fire flows in your veins.

You fearlessly put everything on the line, while the dragon guards the firebird.

And my heart beats unusually rhythmically, not as usual because of you.

I can't bear to play the saint anymore, the night murmurs with a devilish whisper.

To surrender, to fall headlong into the abyss, and drown in your eyes.

For my heart beats unusually rhythmically, not as usual because of you.