Methylene, broom, methylene
Themselves are confident strongly that the room no shadow
No hand had touched, not stroked my back.
Once again I tu the light on the silly fears angry
I know that ghosts do not have, but still I'm afraid.
Methylene, broom, methylene foolish fears out of my head,
Anguish and pain from the chest, the heart, the "Ah" and "Sorry."
Methylene, methylene, broom, clean of imaginary tortures,
At the heart of no pain, no evil
You're a magician's best friend.
In this room, not enough light, the disorder interferes with thinking,
Want to be in a room that was light and clean.
In the space of my soul has accumulated rubbish,
It is time to povoroshit and do cleaning and there.
Methylene, broom, methylene foolish fears out of my head,
Anguish and pain from the chest, the heart, the "Ah" and "Sorry."
Methylene, methylene, broom, clean of imaginary tortures,
At the heart of no pain, no evil
You're a magician's best friend.
When I go over the bridge, I think, "he falls"
And if I do something I love, I think it's going to die,
Foresee the tragic outcome of laughter, movement, sadness,
But perhaps this will pass, though not for long let.
Methylene, broom, methylene foolish fears out of my head,
Anguish and pain from the chest, the heart, the "Ah" and "Sorry."
Methylene, methylene, broom, clean of imaginary tortures,
At the heart of no pain, no evil - you magician's best friend.
