[Title: Без штанов / No Pants] [Intro – half-whispered] Millions of roses... Millions of poses... Millions of promises... Без штанов. [Verse 1 – sung, lush] Millions of roses I gave you in bloom... Без штанов. In the candlelit dark of this room for two, light was trembling softly like a promise coming true. All the scent of old nights, velvet, perfume, borrowed grace, all the grand expensive language hanging in the place. [Pre-Chorus – rising] Nothing absurd here in a world of noble words, if it all feels tender, if it almost looks like love... Nothing sacred in this choir of polished words, when a brand-new Clinton walks into the picture... [Hook] Без штанов. [Verse 2 – sung, more rhythmic] First time in a hotel, almost like a secret cell, every door attended by an unseen maître d’. Silver in the glassware, whispers melting through the air, every glance already half excuse and half decree. Just as promised: lights and carpets, cultured charm, only somehow ethics failed to fully dress the form. Every declaration, every oath, every advance rests upon one fragile thing... [Hook] Без штанов. [Chorus – full melodic] Ah, a million roses, million words, million vows, million worlds... Almost serious, almost love, just like all grown people — без штанов. Ah, a million eyes, million mouths, million yeses, million doubts... All that high style, all that heated romance comes down to something simple: без штанов. [Bridge – spoken English, dry] I didn’t, I didn’t, I didn’t, I didn’t. I did not have sexual relations with this woman. [Pause] Без штанов. I didn’t, I didn’t, I didn’t, I didn’t. I didn’t fly on his plane. [Pause] Без штанов. I didn’t, I didn’t, I didn’t, I didn’t. I didn’t like them young. [Pause] Без штанов. I didn’t, I didn’t, I didn’t, I didn’t. I didn’t do anything wrong. [Beat] Без штанов. [Build – sung] And still the candles burn, and still the table’s white, and still the music waits as if we must be right. And truth is so simple it almost feels obscene: this whole majestic world hangs by a strip of cloth. [Final Chorus – bigger] Ah, a million roses, million words, million vows, million worlds... Almost serious, almost love, just like all grown people — без штанов. Ah, a million eyes, million mouths, million yeses, million doubts... All that high style, all that heated romance comes down to something simple: без штанов. [Outro – half-spoken] Millions of roses... I gave them all to you... Nothing improper... Nothing at all... [Final tag – very soft] Без штанов.
