Текст песни Праца - 1. Муза без слов раздевается

Sick every time as if it seems to death.
In the cough of this, the death is heard.
Handful of tablets and lithra tea to me in the mouth.
Death does not sleep, almost already, that's about.

But when my muse is undressing without words
As if clouds go, diseases are forgotten.
I keep my death somewhere very inside
Muse you can, take it and eats.

2011.