Умершие во сне [Umershie vo sne] [English translation]

The ones died while sleeping didn’t notice how how the death closed their eyes

The ones died while sleeping spend all long nights talking gossips

The ones died while sleeping don’t desire the mice have eaten them up

The ones died while sleeping keep on pretending they still breathe

The ones died while sleeping make their cold hands warm under ashes

The ones died while sleeping accept unnecessary tortures for their religion

The ones died while sleeping don’t see that the worms have eaten out their land

The ones died while sleeping keep on pretending they’re still dozing

The ones died while sleeping having broken their bell grew deaf

The ones died while sleeping are reading their prayers над above the pile of hay-dust

The ones died while sleeping enjoy watching the sky in the frame of cast iron

The ones died while sleeping keep on pretending that they’re still ruling

One loud sound and the bones will ruin

One loud shouting and the roofs will fall down

My goodness, don’t ask me to dance in a village cemetery

My goodness, speak in a low voice as possible

• Artist:Nautilus Pompilius
• Album:Атлантида