Текст песни Странные Игры - Его глаза тоской обострены...

His eyes sharpened anguish:
He can see through concrete walls,
Noticing a blade of grass and leaf growth
And differences as to escape slowly,
of the dead man, the wing beats soul
transparent like the air
and clean.

He catch your words ready,
A little thought melknёt hot head.
He hears a rustle in the grass track
And the ear catches the distant cry of owls.
First protests sober mind:
Well, as he heard the faint noise?
Worms talk, smack roots
And moth terrible gnashing jaws,
Stone ants hurrying to lift
And transfer baggage monstrous,
Buzz evil spider-weavers,
Lace braiding their networks,
And hot whispers, moans, sighs flies
On a lush bed emits the spirit of ...

So keyed up grief this man,
What a dream it does not close the eyelids.
Like a dog in the repe and like a thief in the blood,
He prowls in search of lost love ...