Текст песни Андерс Нил - когда сжигают книги

We are talking too much
We do not see too much.
We are so pleasant to the sweet smoke
When books burn in fire.

We are not able to sleep anymore,
Do not yell a dopeful tablets;
We are not able to distinguish
Good from evil, and darkness - from light.

Now, accustomed to warmth,
We go less likely for a walk;
Wife sits, sticking again,
In ear shells sleeves.

And three screens instead of walls
It is carried out in the "Looking Game."
She sits - and night, and day -
Mindlessly speaker attentive.

And I almost do not sleep all night -
The brain does not accept sleep stubbornly.
Chasing bad thoughts away
Swallow again poison sleeping bags.

To set fire to all the books - what kind of nonsense?
You do not need to be obedient!
And going to everyone,
I hide a book under the pillow.

Must be crazy.
Why burn the centuries her heard?
ILE View of the Burning Campfire
Gives you peace?

Ile Kerosene Aromat.
Pleasant paint typographic,
More pleasant books that store
Novels, stories and fairy tales?

What an eccentric suggested
What is in them deception and there is no sense?
He never opened them,
And the fire throws from the shelves!

And now all over the country
Without bitterness without regret
Burn in flaming fire
Fruits someone's inspiration.