Текст песни Скверный Анекдот - Няня

Here and there flowers grow,
You walk through the fields.
Here and there the light flickers with a dot of gold,
Death walks through the fields with a sharp scythe,
Often making footprints with thin legs,
Scattered hundreds of holes, pits with the dead.

There are traces of you everywhere
Under you, in the earth, flowers
They are waiting for wrappers of sweets of the janitor with a broom,
And, like a nanny, death walks in the field after you,
Often making footprints with thin legs,
Scattered hundreds of holes, pits with the dead.