Текст песни YOMA - немного поэзии

Before I closed the window,
And outside the window for a long time already dark.
Only occasionally lights sparkle in the wilderness,
As a sign of light among the peace and silence.

Ebony. White snow.
The corpse under the tree. Horror! Shock!
Pollen on the face is a light fuzz,
It is a pity that a person like mashed pot.

Autumn Leaf flies,
We see the wind shuganul.
Under the bench bomzhik dies.
Short Century it passed.

Little girl with a doll play
And furiously tore the legs.
Imploring glance looks victim of torment:
"Well, what is the use of only one hand only?"

Recently, one person practicing magic
And saves skills magical ideas.
She believes - is the best way to self-knowledge,
Intellect and human spirituality.

After death, the soul departs to eternity.
In the empty, cold, white.
The inhumane infinity
Quiet, ephemeral.

Gopnik in progress in the district,
Someone gave him podzhopnik.
You sadness in his face read,
Almost similar to the suicide.