Текст песни Андерс Нил - когда сжигают книги

We have too little say,
We do not see too much.
We are so pleasant sweet smoke,
When the fire burn books.

We can not sleep anymore,
Not eating intoxicating tablets;
We are not able to distinguish
Good and evil, and the darkness - from the light.

Now privyknuvshi to heat,
All the less go for a walk;
The wife sits, sticking again,
The ear sleeve shell.

And three screens instead of walls
It carried into the "looking glass".
She sits - and night and day -
Mindlessly listening to the speaker.

And I almost did not sleep all night -
The brain does not tolerate sleep hard.
I drive away the bad thoughts,
I swallow poison hypnotic again.

Ignite all the books - what nonsense?
No need to be obedient to him!
And in spite of all the walking,
I am hiding the book under his pillow.

It must be a world gone mad.
Why burn centuries heritage?
Or view the burning fire
It gives you appeasement?

Ile kerosene aroma
Warm colors and printing,
Pleasant books that store
Novels, stories and fairy tales?

What a weirdo suggested
What they do not have the hype and confusing?
It is their never opened,
And throwing off the shelf so the fire!

And now all over the country
Without bitterness, without regret
Burning in the blazing fire
The fruits of someone's inspiration.