Текст песни сбпч - Жёлуди

Where are your acorns, honey?
Broken by despair, heartbroken
With an ugly brown bar of soap I
I went to you for three months by sea.

A lined elephant, I will fall at your feet.
In an empty hole I will poke crazy anteaters with a thousand noses.
Without your name, words are tiresome din.
Your silence is more terrible than a thousand words.

The acorns are eaten. Elephants die in silence.
All the anteaters were crushed, gathered in an armful.
Soap is now a remnant, the hole turned out to be a wolf.
Honey, let me bury myself in your fur hat for the last time.