Текст песни Магура Цукерман - Крапива

I'm exhausted with pain,
I would be a bird to the will
Or in the grass field
Gustras to grow.

Yes not just a grass,
And such that
Evil, sadness and grief
Blocks the path.

Stem each prickle
Yes a sheet is hot burning,
Where wishes growing.
You are not measles me!

I was not a bit
Yes, Goriuly tear.
Pain not sickly hand
As you can, Naria.

Under the moon of summer at night
Leaves, stems - all in shreds,
Yarn how much urine is,
Stretch out of me.

Click Nimifu-Undin,
Let the sail,
Eating brigantine.
Fortunately boldly swim! ..