Текст песни Mary der Form - Пауки

I close the cell - in this world
And cell close low.
And in the four corners - four
Tireless spider.

They are agile , oily and dirty,
And weave , weave , weave ...
And their terrible monotonous
Uninterrupted work.

These four web
In one , a huge , woven .
I look - are moving their back
The stench - dim dust.

My eyes - a spider's web .
She sulfur, soft, sticky .
And glad joy animal
Four thick spider.