Текст песни Вотинцевы - Мотыльки

That's too many, many years
At night, from the darkness of the pitch
Moths fly on light
With hasty lightheadedness.
        And when they saw outside the window
        The light from the bulb meticulous,
        Joke fun with fire,
        Forget about caution.

Through fortochny aperture,
On the grass pollen shedding,
Moths fly into the house,
The former shape retaining.
        Because so many years,
        Here are some bad luck,
        Prisoner in Wall Light
        Only the appearance of luck.

And they fly, fly,
Burning in lёte wings
And they want to open,
All that had not opened.
        And touching the ceiling,
        Grez secretly clouds.
        How difficult moths
        Live on the light moths.