by Edgar Allen Po (music by Omnia)

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, tapping at my chamber door.
“Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more.”

Попробуй пиявку с ноги отодрать
И ей не отдать своих жизненных сил -
Она тут же скажет: “Зачем ты так?
Я так хорошо к тебе относилась…”