Текст песни Вотинцевы - Мотыльки

For many, many years
At night from pitch darkness
Moths fly to the light
Hurry with frivolity.
        And seeing outside the window
        The light from the bulb is meticulous,
        Joking fun with fire
        Forgetting caution.

Through the window opening
Dropping pollen on the grass
Moths fly into the house
Keeping the previous look.
        Because so many years
        That's the bad luck
        The light enclosed in the walls
        Only the appearance of good luck.

And they fly, fly,
Burning wings in summer
And they want to open,
Everything that has not been discovered before.
        And touching the ceiling
        Secretly dreaming in the clouds.
        How hard moths are
        Living in the world with moths.