Текст песни И.С. Бах - Токката и фуга ре-минор

Drunk wind walked, knocking down the roof
On tinny chairs
Cathedral mice
Midnight waited for dealer
The moon hid a medal turnover
From everyone - be Hans he or Jean
And the shadows of the watchmen reminded
Cozy nightmares citizens
And the one in whom evil sounds digging holes
One from his forehead didn't take his hands
And the creditors turned into notes
Furious, as if debtors
And became music bows
Humiliated requests stupid life
Sleeve ink for the Polkons
Poured into a fugu, forgetting shame
"Ah, children! Ah, brainless venomes!
Ah, Damn Bottle of Wine! "
But lez motive like hair out of leather
Haming with Lysin Times
Yet! Yet! Write! Drive gallop!
Miscelred by stirrupping a not one!
Let the chairs be flashed to the Great Ass
But the wind awakens Johann! ..
"Open the windows! Yes, the sewn is stuffy!
Be cursed a soulless country! "...

And lasts night, and his life is obedient
And music, and wind, and the moon.

/ Maria Protasova /