Текст песни Наутилус Помпилиус - Я отдал бы немало за пару крыльев...

I'm afraid of babies, I'm afraid of the dead,
I have to feel your face with your fingers
And inside me cold with horror -
Am I the same as all these people?

People who live above me.
People who live beneath me.
People who snore behind the wall.
People who live underground.

I would give is not enough for a pair of wings,
I would have given quite a few of the third eye,
The hand on which fourteen fingers
I need to breathe another gas.

They have a sharp and salty tears of laughter,
And never, and nothing missing at all.
They love their faces in the newspapers,
But the next day the newspapers are drowning in closet.

People who have children.
People who suffer from the pain.
People who shoot people,
But this can not eat food without salt.

They had not been given enough for a pair of wings,
They would not have given a little over a third eye,
The hand on which fourteen fingers
They need to breathe another gas.

They had not been given enough for a pair of wings
They would not have given a little over a third eye
The hand on which fourteen fingers
They need to breathe another gas