Текст песни
Then the sons could not deny their fathers astounded request
They huddled together like cattle and broke into a universal song
Big brat brother Brutus,
A marvelous Roman
Everyone lies Everyone dies
That was the first stanza
The second stanza
Sang sank skittered stole
A lonely tightrope walker
That acrobat What gall
Third stanza
The stallion
In the netherworld
Is waiting for the clarion
And as they sang, music resounded
wonderful, extraordinary and all conquering
And it seemed as if there were room left in the world for various feelings
Like a miracle the sons stood around the unsightly pillow,
and awaited with meaningless hope the answer to their unenviable and savage,
imposing question What is Frother
And the pillow now fluttered, now soared into the heavens like a candle,
now ran through the room like the Dnieper
Father sat over the cow-wheat writing desk, and the sons stood against the wall like umbrellas
Thats what Frother is
