Текст песни A - Приютите, пожалуйста, радость

Please shelter the joy -
There she is in that corner
Those frightened peephole
What do you see in the morning.

I pray. But why? For what?
God is as mad as this whole world.
Maybe I'm the same as him -
Imprisoned in the grave of apartments.

And, probably, I would have got to the point ...
Only bitches in the wound from words
Beaten with a whip, choked with love,
Hating me for nothing ...

Not for a penny, and, in general, not for anything,
Starlings died just like that.
Only with songs, with dances, with blood -
In a red dance for the world of gray faces!

Well, chick! And you prostrate ... In the corners.
Your memory will not be a reward:
Behind our eyes they whisper about the truth
Let it just won't be so simple for us.

Please shelter joy ...
There she is in that corner.
She doesn't have long left:
As we are - in a dying delirium.