Текст песни КиШ - Мечтаю только о еде

The overgrown park
It is an old house.
Goals scored window
And darkness reigns eternally therein.

I was trying to say:
No monsters on the ground.
But then came
Horrible voice in the darkness.
A voice in the darkness ...

It pains me to see the white light,
I feel better in the dark.
I am very many years
I dream about food.

I locked up too tight,
And I dream about one thing -
Most freedom to acquire,
Chew your dilapidated old house.
Cursed old house! ..

Was my grandfather died so.
Blind and terribly angry.
Nobody remembered
About him from the winter cold one.

Neighbors did not
He was then buried.
Just got the board,
We decided to board up
Door and window ...

It pains me to see the white light,
I feel better in the dark.
I am very many years
I dream about food.

I locked up too tight,
And I dream about one thing -
Most freedom to acquire,
Chew your dilapidated old house.
Cursed old house! ..

And this place party
It bypasses rural folk.
And superstitious repeating:
There's ghosts live.