Текст песни мумийтролль - Карнавала.нет

but the carnival will not,
and all drown in tears,
and I am the engines of the gondola
I sort it out.

sweep the petals.
in the withered areas,
you try to iron by touch,
dumbfounded with passion.

carnival will not,
but there is no carnival!

the clock was late,
and we were late,
streams in the country,
for the meeting wept,

extinguished the fireplace,
measured pen,
probably this
when lucky.

lucky you,
struggling without sleep,
could beer start drinking
after wine.

to the last dance
beauties are all evil,
I broke away into a couple
only a splinter of the moon.