Текст песни Глеб Самойлов - Ползет

Crawls
Muses. And sl. G. Samoilov

I hid in my closet as a child
And the closet stood in such a corner
What an ugly Moon
He licked it from the window
I hate the light of the moon
When twelve beating hours
And on the wall is like this
Creeps crawls creeps creeps creeps
I hid in my closet as a child
I live in it and die in it
I feel that IT IS here
What IT wants me to eat
I hate the light of the moon
When twelve beating hours
When to me such here
Creeps crawls creeps creeps creeps