Текст песни Наутилус Помпилиус - Тихие игры

Blond boys with feathers on their heads
Again descended to us, again returned to us from the sky.
They were amazed morning blind eyes
Sorry, as requested in the streets of bread.

Slowly, as if fearful of strange beasts,
Not yet having to move away from the fatigue of sleep,
Looking to touch the pots and open the door,
Stumbling in sleeping shirts, as in the weasel father.

Quiet games near by at sleeping people
Every morning, while sleeping in the house, even the mouse.
The boys know they need to do everything quickly,
And the boys are doing everything possible quieter.

Listen to the whispers and creaking in the silence of the back room.
They are scared and want to cry, but crying bitterly.
They were so offensively, I want to leave the house,
That their sneaks unknown little shame.

While sleeping in his troubled large beds,
While children are not caught in a white linen,
Their cute kids are blithely venture
And the music they do not wake up lying in a dream.

Quiet games near by at sleeping people
Every morning, while sleeping in the house, even the mouse.
The boys know they need to do everything quickly,
And the boys are doing everything possible quieter.