Текст песни Вентшахта - Молоко

We fled from home like milk.
We went to milk without telling anyone.
All that is outside the window was covered.
And the fog is going on, dissolving the station.

You will once go for milk
And you will no longer return to the house that has become a stranger,
Where is the flight on the puffs under the ceiling
And exhale only on weekends.

Our mothers went for milk,
Punishing strangers not to open the door,
But then the whole world was unfamiliar to us,
We opened it, what should we do now?

In this viscous and white forever darkness,
Who did not hold hands, he disappeared
Our last flight is icy
Our last route is canceled by the station.

Even if the bloodhounds are relishing the trace,
Like strawberries with cream blood in the snow,
We fled from home to the last dawn,
And so they will never find us.

But goat if the wolf suddenly eats a goat,
The she -wolf will nourish, regretting the crumbs,
The splashing star boils again
On the Milky Way, a snowman.