Dirty dancing

hip-hop, underground, shaman drums, darkwave, dynamic vocal, emotional, cinematic, dubstep, EDM

Russian version of this song

https://suno.com/s/vF7jf2XorY3eYC0t

**[intro]**
Na-na-na-na, U-u-u-u  
Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm

**[verse 1]**  
Never to anyone, nothing I say,  
I don’t share with a soul anyway—  
Only my thoughts are for you, but not true,  
In these times strange customs come through.  
I don't discuss them, just judge from afar, sometimes…

**[pre-chorus]**  
Sometimes it seems all is covered in gloom,  
Wishing the veil of mystery I'd consume.  
No plan at hand, stuck in this filthy mess,  
But life rolls on its well-worn path no less.  
All goes according to some hidden plan, I'll repeat again and again…

**[chorus]**  
Dirty dances tread dirt into old asphalt, vanish into night’s dark vault,  
These macabre steps dance upon bones that groan, brightly living's what I own.  
Conscience paws dictionaries, seeking words beyond reach, memory scours through lives’ depths, things I must tell, can't conceal.

**[verse 2]**  
Now only realizing, recalling an old grim tale, nearly entangled among creatures foul and pale. 
Late hours bring sleeplessness, streets hum like bombs about to break, noise created by masses unrestrained. 
The people—the strong frame holding nations intact.
 Plain truth: when bells ring, churches stand tall across our land. 
Some have mansions and billions, others live cramped in concrete cells small.
 All will end up buried in one earth’s embrace, even those who had nothing left to trace. 
Just advice can I give now…

**[pre-chorus]**  
Still years pass by, held together by nails so tough, we’re melted down into their sturdy stuff. On freed lands our banner rises high, made of steel we think it's easy why. Thus decided above us long ago, decades later heroes still bestow. Flowers laid before eternal flame burn bright, honoring Soviet Union’s might and Russia today.

**[chorus]**  
Dirty dances tread dirt into old asphalt, vanishing into shadows' vault, these gruesome steps dance upon broken bones, wanting brightness but trapped alone. Conscience searches dictionaries, seeks words out of range, memory explores life’s depth, desperate to reveal what wants exposure in plain view.

**[spoken words outro]**  
Trying hard to pull out what was once cast deep into a pit, trying to protect what's meant forever kept under cover's lit.

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Russian version of this song https://suno.com/s/vF7jf2XorY3eYC0t **[intro]** Na-na-na-na, U-u-u-u Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm **[verse 1]** Never to anyone, nothing I say, I don’t share with a soul anyway— Only my thoughts are for you, but not true, In these times strange customs come through. I don't discuss them, just judge from afar, sometimes… **[pre-chorus]** Sometimes it seems all is covered in gloom, Wishing the veil of mystery I'd consume. No plan at hand, stuck in this filthy mess, But life rolls on its well-worn path no less. All goes according to some hidden plan, I'll repeat again and again… **[chorus]** Dirty dances tread dirt into old asphalt, vanish into night’s dark vault, These macabre steps dance upon bones that groan, brightly living's what I own. Conscience paws dictionaries, seeking words beyond reach, memory scours through lives’ depths, things I must tell, can't conceal. **[verse 2]** Now only realizing, recalling an old grim tale, nearly entangled among creatures foul and pale. Late hours bring sleeplessness, streets hum like bombs about to break, noise created by masses unrestrained. The people—the strong frame holding nations intact. Plain truth: when bells ring, churches stand tall across our land. Some have mansions and billions, others live cramped in concrete cells small. All will end up buried in one earth’s embrace, even those who had nothing left to trace. Just advice can I give now… **[pre-chorus]** Still years pass by, held together by nails so tough, we’re melted down into their sturdy stuff. On freed lands our banner rises high, made of steel we think it's easy why. Thus decided above us long ago, decades later heroes still bestow. Flowers laid before eternal flame burn bright, honoring Soviet Union’s might and Russia today. **[chorus]** Dirty dances tread dirt into old asphalt, vanishing into shadows' vault, these gruesome steps dance upon broken bones, wanting brightness but trapped alone. Conscience searches dictionaries, seeks words out of range, memory explores life’s depth, desperate to reveal what wants exposure in plain view. **[spoken words outro]** Trying hard to pull out what was once cast deep into a pit, trying to protect what's meant forever kept under cover's lit.

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