Текст песни Урфин Джюс - Шумящий мир

This noisy world is silent and empty,
As a dried bush.
Scrub the harvest will bring - only one fruit,
The fruit of my feelings.

Where strange plants grow -
Do not give quite the shade.

I go on thorns, cursing the heat;
I wish I was back to where I was -
In a mad hell in paradise thoughtless.

Where strange creatures live -
Deprived of the sense of touch.

Their mind is subordinate to other laws,
Because the pain of their skin unfamiliar,
Their cruelty is usually known to me,
I myself have also led to their location.

This noisy world to me something familiar,
I used to be there in the guise of another,
And I looked at him from the other side
Cold moon.

Looking forward look was back -
He turned inside out look.

And a vicious circle inevitably
The new look is the same as before -
Persistence transformations without return -
Property of the world, or maybe look properties?

(IV-A Supporters. Pantykin)