Текст песни Норма Псевдоразума - Игрушка

Box hard as steel,
Securely fastened with chains.
And no rings inside crystal,
And do not open it beasts.

Inside the box of the toy,
Almost empty bauble.
Cloth boy sitting in it,
And so sad looking at the world.

He stayed for a century already in prison
Saved by his imagination!
And thoughts of joy stream
It will bring us happiness sip.

And the wonderful world will gaze,
Where space is not a simple thief.
The country has marvelous are all equal!
Minutes of happiness given to you!

"Please do not waste them in the quarrel.
Please turn over the mountains,
Not to retreat from the dream,
Love you get the flowers. "

He sat and said weak prisoner,
He is sitting and crying boy right,
He left to rot in prison.
Only reason not to cross the border!

© Norma Psevdorazuma