Дети бабочек [Deti babochek] [English translation]

There is no warmth here, either it gets dark over the head

Or a boot shines over it

But the ending is near and pushing from these little legs

That the Earth sphere turns, this way butterfly children get born

To find the end (where?)

They all hang next to each other and scream from diseases

The one who sang songs, that's the one who is crucified

Even the sky is rotting and looks like it is stained with mold

But one is able to take this immense world into [insect] arms

One small human hid everything from us and now wait for your secret

He will reveal it to everyone only when he helps himself grow insect wings

He must, so that it's painful

But how to not wail and cry?

The more happiness to the worms, the uglier the butterfly children

And there is a flaw again in the cocoons

And my precession marches

Life is only a phenomenon, death is only a process

I will also hide everything in the cocoon, just so that it grows

But you will see a question in it easily: "Ugliness or brotherhood?"

And there will be no choice but to accept it

There is no warmth here, either it gets dark over the head

Or a boot shines over it

But the ending is near and pushing from these little legs

That the Earth sphere turns, this way butterfly children get born

(Butterfly children get born)

There is no warmth here, either it gets dark over the head

Or a boot shines over it

But the ending is near and pushing from these little legs

That the Earth sphere turns, this way butterfly children get born

(Butterfly children get born)

My precession marches, life is only a phenomenon

Death is only a process, and I will bet everything on even-odd

Of one accidental mutation, shedding tears or burning?

Thus marches my nutation, small grasshopper-human

He searches for a sword, but has nothing here to hold the blow

And to not let the whole immense world to lay on small shoulders

And almost like a small nail into the palm, he hammered a toothpick into his wing

But how to get it out now?

In a way that wouldn't tear it off to hell

But this time around in whose mouth the butterfly drowns, kicking in heavy saliva

It's definitely doomed but I swear that's not the case at all

So it looks like everything gets forgiven to us in the emptiness

Thus the Earth sphere turns and my precession marches

Life is only a phenomenon, death is only a process

And I am the bug that defeated the boot

Because there is no warmth, the colder it is in the cocoon

The more beautiful the butterfly children, so - put out the fire

There is no warmth here, either it gets dark over the head

Or a boot shines over it

But the ending is near and pushing from these little legs

That the Earth sphere turns, this way butterfly children get born (x4)