Сектор газа - Лирика (Американская версия на английском)
A cigarette flickers in the dark.
Windblown ask struck my face and left marks
And the carbonized filter burned my fingers; I had to let go.
The door opens with a creak at nine.
You come in, and now you are mine
And I feel a pleasant shiver radiating from my head to my toes.
You're with me, so forget about woes.
This will be like a dream, where time froze.
I will get hold of you and squeeze. Like a daughter. Close.
We'll be wrapped up in cigarette smoke.
You will leave when night withdraws its cloak.
And the marks on the bed will remind us of this evening; we'll boast.