Текст песни Несчастный Случай - Я верю ей

What a very long day, I thought,
And aloud he said: "It is not so dark."
It will ignite the lamp and not dopet wine -
She is a great lover of half measures.

I tomorrow at ten, I thought,
And aloud he said: "I am tomorrow at ten"
It will raise an eyebrow and say to me: "Sit"
And stop the arrow at the clock.

I believe it, I believe in what I love, and there is no
Reasons not to believe, just over Moscow high melting smoke.

Who fish who is a fisherman, I thought,
We all peck on the golden hook,
In prose about love, songs about nothing,
The bait us so hard to impress,

And we, as a school of fish, sail into the light,
And fishermen call their names,
We write a farce, and left us
Another dozen rhymes, a dozen phrases ...

I believe it, I believe in what I love, and no reason not to believe not.