Birds begin to sparkle in the morning
What is your dew?
From the damned eyes of God
Yellow summer.
Animals trumpet bass in the night
In a working burrow
And limps across the hills
Coniferous echo.
Through the lights, through the forests - on an obedient carpet
At dawn, in reality, and at the speed of the world
It's the right time.
The grasses sway from the spot of the earth
As if from a bucket
And no one can quench
Their sweet sea.
Round trees, plump elephants
Blue dust
The bliss of moaning boots
A hopeless endeavor.
Through glasses, through the years - on a shaggy carpet
In silver, in the wind, and at the speed of the world
It's the right time.
No one said it would be easy -
At the sunset of days
However, the sonorous moon
However, one more wall
However, firmly outside the window -
Yellow summer
Sweet sea
It's the right time.
Наше оружие - неожиданность! Неожиданность и страх, страх и неожиданность - это два наших оружия! Плюс безжалостность - три наших оружия: страх, неожиданность и безжалостность! И ещё фанатичная преданность Папе - четвёртое! Наше оружие включает в себя... наше оружие включает в себя... страх, неожиданность... я сейчас!