Текст песни Сём - my май 2

Drowning
swallowing tons
languid slander
in brothels,
where are the newt people
and lady, sleepy
consider themselves a host
gods, and you - servants
Non-human people
which are a dime a dozen
but you're on their way
head off to go
for the one in front
you strive to crawl off the road to paradise.
But know
that the birds of paradise have secrets,
there are not enough units to count.
How many prostrate before them there
did they go over their heads?
And how many will you trample yourself
until you get closer to the places
where everyone is a "god"
as I could (to summarize gravely)
trample hundreds of rapids,
to slap many on horns,
leaving behind, overtake
those who could claim
to a bright place in paradise
your red light
.... but what if I sing to you,
that you're just swarming flies?