Text1.ru Krematoriy - Kathmandu

We used to dance without shoes
On the broken glass of our lives
We've never changed the steady routes
That run across – out – into
Our sweetest home Kathmandu
We load our gullets with ale
We walk half-sober to the war
We neither win, nor do we fail
But always make it back to
Our dearest home Kathmandu
The naked sun is in the sky
Is wiggling shameless. His eyes
Are smiling right down on you
My blessed home my Kathmandu
There are lots of places here on earth
That lure by beauty and love
My song flies freely with mirth
It'll make it back, no ado
To its only home Kathmandu
But if you sing out of tune
And if you don't fit in at all
You'd better climb back in your balloon
And float away from my view
And far away from Kathmandu
The naked sun is in the sky
Is wiggling shameless. His eyes
Are smiling right down on you
My piece of heaven Kathmandu