Текст песни Принцесса Бурунди - Ржавый колокол

I have eight fairy tales
Railing bridge and river
There is an angel from leprosy in the house
Eating white from the ceiling
In the house the angel departs
Term for taking sin
They drag him at night
Evil bitches for the sides
Let him go free
The feast will thunder for the whole shooting range
Rooster roars in pain
Angel or bombardier
The rusty bell struck
That everything will be fine
I didn't beat my grandfather
And he lost his mind himself
And yesterday we played the truth
Roll up your sleeves
Sing what you want as much as necessary
Just don't open your mouth
Just don't open your mouth
And don't fall under the tram
When you start to eat in pieces
Someone's fat loaf
And don't complain about your conscience
When you remember in the morning
What we ran into
How the hole was darned
A ball is jumping in an open field
I was stunned by freedom
So that you don't pierce with a nail
So I would fly to the sky
The train rode quietly
Towards the end of fate
I would go west
Only I forgot the words.