Текст песни Трудный отдых - параноидальная

When the moon silvered
Trees ghostly branches,
In my madness flash light,
Shackle broke reason.

And me your Democrats
And painted gentlemen!
I will forget their loss
And flour false shame.

When the moon silvered
Trees ghostly branches,
In my madness flash light,
Shackle broke reason.

Let them scoff over me
Ghouls fetid darkness,
But what they all zanoyut,
When I get back, I wash the world ...

When the moon silvered
Trees ghostly branches,
In my madness flash light,
Shackle broke reason.

I'll break all the laws of the roots,
And the earth to the heavens raising,
I'll start with a boyish enthusiasm
Planting sprouts holy day.