Текст песни Вадим Самойлов - Паук

Always in case, silent and modest,
I'm building a terr from burning logs.
Yourself on joy in this hot terem
I will hide stolen princes.

My brothers - who are in Duri, who is in a coma,
My business is a flock of flies.
I am a rare insect,
Almost unfamiliar science spider.
I am made from someone else's body,
But I'm not sick, just so arranged.

Always in ambush, polite, but stubborn,
I am not in the herd and silently not in the choir.
Do all doors, speeches and reasons
In my red turn in the center of the cobweb.

My brothers - who are in Duri, who is in a coma,
My business is a flock of flies.
I am a rare insect,
Almost unfamiliar science spider.
I am made from someone else's body,
But I'm not sick, just so arranged.

I am made from someone else's body,
But I'm not sick, but I'm not sick,
But I'm not sick, just so arranged.