Текст песни мира - В клетчатом платье

In the old plaid dress dark green crepe,
from the apartment, where all the walls are sloping and sulfur,
it will look like the evening sky
dry throat rinse bloody sunset.

And sitting on a bench at the entrance to the high-rise house,
whose mighty soared to become the tenth floor,
it will ask for an autumn peals of thunder
all the gods
like a bee,
that has lost the ability to sting.

It will ask to chill entwined autumn
cured depression, heart to turn in a cameo.

And one of the gods will give the answer to an innocent prosbu-
and rolling thunder vskolyhnёt silent land.