I (are) must go on standing
You can't break that which isn't yours
I (are) must go on standing
I'm not my own; it's not my choice
Be afraid of the lame; they'll inherit your legs
Be afraid of the old; they'll inherit your souls
Be afraid of the cold; they'll inherit your blood
Apres moi le deluge, after me comes the flood
I (are) must go on standing
You can't break that which isn't yours
I (are) must go on standing
I'm not my own; it's not my choice
Be afraid of the lame; they'll inherit your legs
Be afraid of the old; they'll inherit your souls
Be afraid of the cold; they'll inherit your blood
Apres moi le deluge, after me comes the flood
Apres moi le deluge, after me comes the flood
Fevrale dostat chernil I plakat
Pisat O Fevrale navsnryd
Poka grohochushaya slyakot
Vesnoyu charnoyu gorit
Vesnoyu charnoyu gorit
Be afraid of the lame; they'll inherit your legs
Be afraid of the old; they'll inherit your souls
Be afraid of the cold; they'll inherit your blood
Apres moi le deluge, after me comes the flood
I (are) must go on standing
You can't break that which isn't yours
I (are) must go on standing
I'm not my own; it's not my choice
I (are) must go on stan-stan-ding-dong
You can't, can't break that, that
Which isn't, isn't yours, yours
Which isn't, isn't yours, yours
I'm not, not my own, own
It's not, not my choice, choice
Writer: SPEKTOR, REGINA
Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing
You can't break that which isn't yours
I (are) must go on standing
I'm not my own; it's not my choice
Be afraid of the lame; they'll inherit your legs
Be afraid of the old; they'll inherit your souls
Be afraid of the cold; they'll inherit your blood
Apres moi le deluge, after me comes the flood
I (are) must go on standing
You can't break that which isn't yours
I (are) must go on standing
I'm not my own; it's not my choice
Be afraid of the lame; they'll inherit your legs
Be afraid of the old; they'll inherit your souls
Be afraid of the cold; they'll inherit your blood
Apres moi le deluge, after me comes the flood
Apres moi le deluge, after me comes the flood
Fevrale dostat chernil I plakat
Pisat O Fevrale navsnryd
Poka grohochushaya slyakot
Vesnoyu charnoyu gorit
Vesnoyu charnoyu gorit
Be afraid of the lame; they'll inherit your legs
Be afraid of the old; they'll inherit your souls
Be afraid of the cold; they'll inherit your blood
Apres moi le deluge, after me comes the flood
I (are) must go on standing
You can't break that which isn't yours
I (are) must go on standing
I'm not my own; it's not my choice
I (are) must go on stan-stan-ding-dong
You can't, can't break that, that
Which isn't, isn't yours, yours
Which isn't, isn't yours, yours
I'm not, not my own, own
It's not, not my choice, choice
Writer: SPEKTOR, REGINA
Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing
