Caprice (Russian Band) - The Fly lyrics

Little Fly Thy summer's play My thoughtless hand Has brushed away Am not I A fly like thee? Or art not thou A man like me? For I dance And drink, and sing Till some blind hand Shall brush my wing If thought is life And strength and breath And the want Of thought is d**h Then am I A happy fly If I live Or if I die Or if I die If I die