Текст песни Виктор Степанов - 8. Баньши

Banshee

Roofs and smoke coming from the chimneys
And smoke comes from the chimneys, hiding the roofs.
Hey, I definitely won’t die,
I definitely won’t die while you hear.
             
Etc. Oh, oh! There are clouds in the sky
       In the sea of the island, in the land of a hole,
       At the bottom of peace. Talk to me,
       After all, I'm still alive.

Heaven, how near the edge of the earth!
How fast the ships go to heaven!
Wherever we find the shore
There, on the table, one hundred grams is covered with bread.

Stranger, stranger and weirder.
Everything is weirder and weirder, weirder and more fragile.
Banshee, mistress of deaths
Sews a cross-stitch pattern under the purr nose.