Текст песни Наутилус Помпилиус - Тихие игры

Bright boys with feathers on their heads
Again down to us again back to us from the sky.
Their astonished eyes of the blind in the morning
Sorry, as requested in the streets of bread.

Slowly, as if fearful of strange beasts,
Even before he could move away from the tired sleep
Seeking to touch the pots and open the door,
Stumbling in sleeping shirts, both in the father's caresses.

Quiet game at hand at the sleeping people
Every morning, while sleeping in the house, even the mouse.
Boys know they need to do everything quickly,
And the boys are doing everything possible quieter.

Listen to the whisper and creak in the silence of the distant rooms.
They are scared and want to cry, but crying bitterly.
They were so offensively, want to leave the house,
What is unknown to them sneaks a little shame.

While great sleep in their beds troubled,
While children are not caught in a snow-white linen,
They are lovely children blithely venture
And the music they do not wake up lying in a dream.

Quiet game at hand at the sleeping people
Every morning, while sleeping in the house, even the mouse.
Boys know they need to do everything quickly,
And the boys are doing everything possible quieter.