Текст песни Acushlas - Белая штука

some strange white stuff
He lives in your home, and this is no joke.
She sits in a chair by the fireplace
and even plays the piano.

she contemplates the creation of art
and you shall hold up.
Sometimes this thing even laughs,
but this song is sung.

to know we do not know about this song,
and we do not want to know - obscurity wonderful.
gizmo that depends on the light
and it is something of a subject.

if your sofa, wardrobe or chair
it is in your home their place.
when there is no light, it disappears
and only with the dawn begins to live.

contraption that do not need much:
suffice it a day of chocolate piece,
dill and a little milk,
and then her life will be easy.

"How do we know this?" you ask.
yes no do not know where the hell!
mysterious things are taking place,
and no one can prevent these things.