Текст песни Льюис Кэрролл - Охота на Снарка

Knock boot and creak moccasin
Announce that not over the faint
Somewhere she wakes gear between Osin
In the footsteps, shutter hunter brave

And again we leave at home,
Family, parties, work
Still on a little bit and we robe on
Manting Call of Infinite Hunting

No passion for us more and hot
And no from the fate of a germ gift
Than thirty il forty sleepless nights
Aimlessly lived in a hunt for shooting

Noise sneakers and knock boots
Mean that it did not end the faint
Everyone is ready to go on the way
To snatch to catch a zoo

Top you comrades all in places
Lies the inconviar path before us
Legends say that the gearbox is found there
Where dreams and priests changed places

We could all live calmly and move
Build a family and establish a career
Then everyone would have a life
But not letting the fate of the poacher

Snarkham-doctors from different countries,
Tired to prove we, that are healthy,
That each of us is not a shooter at all
Everyone is simply developed Snarcolov syndrome

But in something you are right, about grief-mind
Since sometimes we are tormented by dreams,
In which we are trying to hide
And the gear starts the hunt for us

Knock boot and creak moccasin
Mean that it did not end the faint
Somewhere she wakes gear between Osin
In the footsteps, shutter hunter brave

Somewhere she wakes gear between Osin
Somewhere wanders the gearbox between Ryabbin
Somewhere she wakes gear between birches
By the way, Santa Claus is wandering somewhere