Текст песни Вещие Ослы - Обезсознанность

Through hands, through views, clinging loosely,
I crawl after the thawed spring.
I was timidly shot with guns in absentia
By the hand of an old man and the eyes of a child.

The messenger lies tired and does not move,
Funnel breathing smoke and death.
Dreams are scared away and songs cut off
By the hand of an old man and the eyes of a child.

Yesterday they told me, today they forgot
But, in general, they did everything very subtly.
Cut, ripped out, hastily sewn up
By the hand of an old man and the eyes of a child.

I'm back in place, or maybe not really,
Only the wind makes a loud noise in my head.
I will become day or dark at night
By the hand of an old man and the eyes of a child.