Текст песни Нанда Бихари дас - На столе стакан

On the table, a glass

On the table, a glass and a glass handle
Pen wants to dance it in a glass boring
Outside, the fog handle Doris
It is not only deception I risk
Five of my enemies know looking for a quarrel
Five of my enemies hiding in burrows
And now, crawled into the fog of boredom
Right in my glass pull their hands
Leave proch- I also know who you are
Get out into the night - climb into the hole
I myself will not give the soul is not selling
Outside, the fog on the glass table

Well, where are you - the soldiers there
Aircraft Airships
Revolvers Machines

Yes, you are hands off
I'm inside but strong
He wants to help me
My fellow exiles
I told him: Fasting is not a game
See ensign - the troops with them
Protect me Hold me
Do not go there It is not a game
They burn wood oil to pour
Protect me, protect me