'Crematorium' - Kathmandu.
By: We loved to dance
Barefoot on broken glass
They knew how to swim in hydrochloric acid
And walk on thin ice
In his native Kathmandu.
They cleaned the esophagus with alcohol,
We went drunk to the war.
But not waiting for the victorious end
Returned in the morning
To my native Kathmandu.
And the sun in blue skies
No clothes and no shame
Dances without problems
Belly dance.
We haven't walked the universe
With a song up and down,
But we can safely say in advance -
There is no better place in Paradise
Than native Kathmandu.
And who disagrees with us,
Let him remember forever -
For us, Love is both the Bible and food,
But we can give in the face
Defending your native Kathmandu.
Where is the sun in blue skies
No clothes and no shame
Dances without problems
Belly dance.