Текст песни Братья Гримм - Пчела

My illusion-veil
Gives the world a strange song.
My illusion hungry
And we will link beaks together.

Shizokryly come.
La-la-la-la-la-la
I sing.

Chorus:
Blow the trumpet, tear lips
We zabem at dawn.
I bee of white powder,
And I do not have near.

My illusion, like a broom,
It will move all of your roof.
It will leave you full.
Let it get some quickly.

Shizokryly come.
La-la-la-la-la-la
I sing.

Chorus:
Blow the trumpet, tear lips
We zabem at dawn.
I bee of white powder,
And I do not have near.

I'm the ghost with white saliva moon
I am the spirit, but with the smell of honey tvёrdyy-.
My illusions, swept away ships
Years, style and fashion.

Shizokryly come,
La-la-la-la-la-la
I sing.

Chorus:
Blow the trumpet, tear lips
We zabem at dawn.
I bee of white powder,
And I do not have near.