Будь что будет. Англостиш выкладываю.

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People here are made of wings;
It`s summerland of rain and snow!
Feather-eyed and insect-stinged,
We are grimacing beetle-crows.

We feed of love in nighttime parks,
We`ll drive all passion from you, kid
With proboscis which drips with dirt
And stride of yellow so morbid

Beware of lurking in the rain
Love-sucking beetles born of Hel`
They`ll drink all summer from your eyes
In grim phantasm of the метель.

(Подробнее об истории его появления — здесь)