Текст песни Иван Шуйский - Госпожа Луна

When I look like fluffy snow covers the grass ,
I see that the battle for the soul won by someone else .
Maybe it's Mrs. Moon with his silver poison ,
Or maybe it's Mrs. Death with shiny scythe .

And my guards do not sleep , because they are paying hard cash !
Here is a crappy summer here and around the water .
But I should not know , I do not even think about it .
Get me out of here as soon as possible , Ms. Luna .