Where they paint the ice
To find the new
We thrown saturn dice
We dream in gold and Simurg blue
Creme de la Creme
It's to death adieu
Now we're laying on new waves
Our guns have lost their victims' names
Our concrete minds
Have turned to dust
Angelic police
Have killed our lust
Tidal overflow
Reads the sign
The secret soul
Is all that shines
We sing our praise
In model tones and dorians mirror
We - do not own
We're being lit by the shining One
Out of the dark to ourselves we've gone,
We click the heels of our glitter red shoes
Creme de la Creme
It's to death adieu
Now we're laying on new waves
Our guns have lost thier victims names
Out of ourselves