Т - Муха - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

The fly had been bothering me all day, driving me crazy.

I wouldn’t want to spoil the karma of taking on myself the sin of murder.

It flew right up to my palm, I doubted whether to hit or not to hit...

I drove her out onto the windowsill and tried to love her.

Well, by night, when bodhichitta took over my anger, I humbled myself, and the evil fly was no longer a stranger.

And she became not interested in me, she forgot about me...

Well, of course, much more interesting is the light of a red-hot sconce.

She was carried into the gap between the lamp, a loud squeak was heard inside... You believed in the best, fly. But alas... This is ce la vie...