Гуру ПесенSymphony Noir - Crime Time | Текст песни
You one wonderful night happening on a dead body in the street, but its cut throat with a bloody smile turns out a picture on a paper sheet.
A callous maniac tracking a careless prey wanna cut short an unpretentious life, when the candles out and all cats are grey, he tries to stab in her heart a paper knife.
It's just a comics - all we see is printed in a paper scrap in black&white to spare the ink - let's paint tonight our town red! You'll be Dick Tracy - clever tec - you'll fall in love with me, your client. But when you see the dirt of me I'll disappear into the night.
Crime-time night. Aggressive city lights. Glimmering, shimmering, shivering power of the darkest hour.
If every crime gets the press right away weapons have to stop getting on our nerves, well, may they turn into paper waste - and be used right according to the paper's purpose!
Unrulled and plastered - our new panache. Who cares about things that live in print? Just keep the genre - love'n'crime and trash - we're getting through like sheets in the turncoat wind.
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