Текст песни Дети - Могилки

All of us are waiting for forgotten graves,
anywhere from them, of course, not escape.
And you, my dear, and me, my dear,
will take the soil mother.

Smart, good, kind,
All rows will lie in graves,
stretch the back,
what else to say ...
And do not find us.

Billions of molecules will go away
to the supramophilic flowers and trees.
And you, my dear, and me, my dear,
wake up the bird din.

Upload leaves, branches,
we will live until we are cut down
kind people,
what else to say ...
Such a grace.

Well, what else to say ...

And when we lay down at the fence,
you touch me with a random branch.
Now my dear, we know, my dear,
what is life.

Soon we will be taken to the paper,
make good books, smart books,
and however, how to say ...
What is in them, we do not know
Well, do not care.