Текст песни Летние войны - Сон смешного человека

Sorry, my holy and pure, your childhood laughter rings in the rain of spring
Naked and poor, as he was, not knowing you, towards old age in my sick dreams
May is running out, everyone boasts of themselves, but do not believe in themselves
Nothing suits you, you are the same children as me
We are not growing

Home, head home, here the fierce surf on the rocks broke your pride
Our burning house around poplar
You are funny, you will not be yourself
The majestic queen, dressed in silk, a gentle doe, beloved wife
I beg you, go home

Where are you now?

Expedition to the stars, trip to the other world, my sun and joy, the last pier,
When you bore me a son, I wept