Текст песни вторжение - морковка

but something is wrong with the human eye
because miracles are full of often.
Simple things work wonders
They are waiting for our eyes to open for them.
alas, our gaze is clouded, he sees only carrots,
he weaves like a donkey, completely shedding blood.
for surrogates of happiness, for thoughts, for ideas,
not noticing the happiness that smolders next to us.