Текст песни Бетховен - Лунная соната

Cpl 1
Homeless people settled in my doorway,
One of them lent me a dead whore.
So what, that turned gray, decomposition is on,
But what’s the matter - nothing will do.
Nothing will do ...

Etc.
Dead whore, cool nishtyak,
She does not take money, she gives for so.
Dead whore, I'm lucky with you
Yes, I feel good with you, and everything is possible with you ...

Cpl 2
Someone will say weirdo, someone will say nikrofil,
But I loved that whore.
I kept her in the closet and then buried her,
And every month she came to her grave.
I came to the grave ...

Etc