Текст песни Магура Цукерман - Крапива

I'm worn out by pain
I would have a bird at will
Or in the field with grass
Thick-haired grow.

Yes, not just grass,
And such that
To evil, sorrow and grief
Blocks the path.

Stem by every prickly
Yes, a hot burning leaf,
Where it wants to grow.
Don't beat me up!

I was not a misfortune
Yes, with a burning tear.
I can't feel the pain with my hand
As much as you can, narvi.

In the moonlight on a summer night
Leaves, stems - everything to shreds,
I spin as much urine as there is
Strain out of me.

Click on the undine nymph,
Let him weave the canvas
Equip the brigantine.
Fortunately, swim safely! ..