Текст песни Уютное лоно - Мышата

I'm dying for some reason
But only this is useless,
And by patterns, as in the morning,
I gently run my fingernail
I bought the reins with a horseshoe,
She now runs bay
I look into it beyond the horizon
And the field nag tramples,
My dream is as if I am a vessel.
Your drops are not heard
Silence is a mouthless God
And how are these tired,
That they curse their damned fate.
There's no reason to stay here
No fucking reason
And women are looking for a man
But this is all bullshit.
And it's not worth repeating here,
The maidens will trim the bonfires
And the inquisitor will arrange everything,
And they will call us with them
Defenders of one faith
There is no way to stop them here,
And the beauty of Venus alone
Everyone tramples on little mice.