Where crosses baked breasts,
We are no longer there,
And there will be no others.
In the song of the beast forgotten by the moon
We will no longer be in it,
I do not believe in others.
You don't have to, you don't have to,
We have nothing to expect -
The wind, the sky and the mother shouted.
Not worth it, not worth it,
Hope does not spoil us.
In addition, everyone's dream fits,
Do you hear
That's where they loved birch porridge,
And we were almost killed
For being sober.
We wrap the inscription of the planet,
Me and only me
Please consider me a poet.
You don't have to, you don't have to,
We have nothing to lose,
Fly in the open air
And sleep.
Not worth it, not worth it,
Hope does not spoil us.
In addition, everyone's dream fits,
Do you hear
The inconspicuous rain became lingual
Where you will not meet us
And you do not look for us.
Wind and clouds, you hear, clouds and trumpets
Here, where we are no more,
And you will no longer be.
Not worth it, not worth it,
This risk is not important
And I stand hairy
Happy.
You don't have to, you don't have to
See what's behind it.
Life is really ugly from the facade,
Do you hear
