Текст песни ПЗ - Не верь, наивное дитя

Do not believe, naive child,
Chimeras of imaginary sensations
When they touch you
Accidentally, acutely, for a moment

Tricks of someone's cunning will
That they catch like a bird cage.
They want your bondage
So that the heart falls quietly,

And only nodded: "I hear, I hear,
I believe you won't lie to me
Because you must be somewhere higher
And I am a blind, angry louse;

Oh, I believe that you see the truth
And that the words are all from within,
You probably won't offend with a lie ... "
Oh, heart, wipe your eyes!