Текст песни Наутилус Помпилиус - Люди

I'm afraid of babies , I'm afraid dead
I groped my face fingers
And inside me cold with horror -
Am I the same as all these people?

People who live above me .
People who live below me .
People who snore behind the wall.
People who live underground .

I would give is not enough for a pair of wings
I would give is not enough for the third eye
Hand on which fourteen fingers
I need to breathe other gas.

They salty tears and laughter sharp ,
And never, nothing missing at all.
They love their fresh faces in newspapers,
But the next day the newspapers are drowning in the closet .

People who have children .
People who suffer from pain .
People who shoot people ,
But it can not eat food without salt.

They would not have given for a little pair of wings
They would not have given a little over a third eye
Hand on which fourteen fingers
They need to breathe other gas.

They would not have given for a little pair of wings
They would not have given a little over a third eye
Hand on which fourteen fingers
They need to breathe another gas