Текст песни Вольта - Неизбежность

I myself not stop - your hands are too clean,
 What do you wash them? where do you hold them?
 I'm trying to understand why such a beauty
 no more reason to be at least a little tender.
 and then I'd love to again give us something to deceive themselves -
 and stay with the hope
 that any other, you accidentally break the chest
 through tight clothes,
 It will not be able to stand so straight, so beautiful to sleep
 and accept the inevitability of ...
 at its heart the command of the odd-December,
 on an empty ticket with pre-selected date,
 on the Moon, not-winners of lotteries,
 all tramps and animals, those that we are fed once ...
 and when I so want to again give us something to surprise yourself -
 I play a soldier ...
 whose ten unborn children
 and a big salary ...
 and love -
 as the last song,
 unsung here on earth ..