Текст песни Oriko - Монолог Меркуцио

All Queen Mab. Her leprosy.
                     She’s the cousin of the fairies,
                     And in size - from agate pebbles
                     In the mayor’s ring. At night she
                     On a gear a dust train drives a train
                     Along our noses while we sleep.
                     In the wheels - spider leg spokes,
                     The carriage top is made of locust wings,
                     Tugs of belts - made of spider webs,
                     And the clamps are made of dew drops.
                     A whip of foam is wound on a cricket’s bone,
                     A mosquito on a gantry - the size of a worm
                     Of those that are from sleepy laziness
                     Started in the nails of the craftswomen.
                     Her cart is an empty hazelnut.
                     She made this crew
                     Sorceress carriages - beetle and squirrel.
                     She crosses at night
                     The brain of lovers who dream of tenderness
                     The humps of the nobles who dream of the yard
                     The mustache of judges who dream of bribes
                     And the lips of virgins who dream of passion.
                     Naughty Mab Covers Their Rash
                     For being greedy for sweet cakes.
                     Takes up the nonsense of the nose,
                     And he smells litigation aroma.
                     Tickle under the nostril
                     At the pastor, and he will see a dream
                     On the profitability of the new parish.
                     With a run, rush for the collar
                     A soldier and he will dream in a dream
                     Massacres, Spanish knives,
                     And spells in two buckets, and drums.
                     In a fright, he jumps from sleep
                     And baptized, trembling, and falling asleep.
                     All this is the queen of the Queen Mab.
                     She weaves in the stables of a mane
                     And the hair knocks down a tangle
                     Which is unsafe to untangle.
                     Girls moaning in her sleep beneath her
                     Preparing in advance for motherhood.
                     This Mab ...