Текст песни Jah Division - Хохот и ужас

One day everything will be as a penny:
First, to the waist, then up to his chest,
Then a long laughter in the garden on the bench,
And at the end of the nightingale bend.

Or a little girl ice,
Frosty wag his scythe,
And horror could not understand,
I'm hot coals go barefoot.

Or fall out of his mouth objects
Not like any dollar or the British Pound,
As if came from another planet,
Or increased as turnips from the ground.

Well, in truth, I was born here,
Although the cause of the local laughter.
I just fell off the ceiling,
Here and differs slightly from the others.

I live in such a state is not bad,
I can, for example, do not sleep.
Someone calls me seriously Buddha.
But I still just want to be.

And yet I say to myself; "Bye now!"
And I go without clothes when winter.
And at dusk, trying not to attract attention,
I am pleased to jump house.