Текст песни Лора Бочарова - Мальчик-ловец

Catcher boy
Barefoot trickster
What does it cost you
Kiss?
Many uncles
They want to be with you
Many aunts
Want with you
sleep.

The sky of Britain, the winds over the field,
Where do you fly, like you didn’t fly anywhere.
If I were the headmaster here,
I would imprison you for the night in the basement.

Dark without moons and only in a bathrobe
I would go down to the dungeon damp,
To dress you in a white dress
And enjoy your game.

Morning paints the battlements pink
I'm a little blue from insomnia
I would answer your silent question:
"But what is it, honey, if not love?"

And having driven the pedal staff for the holidays,
Even the one who was like a daughter to me,
I would love and educate you so much
Like an illegitimate son, exactly.

The catcher boy, the barefoot trickster,
Well, what should you kiss?
Many aunts want to live with you
Many uncles want to sleep with you.