Текст песни А.Ливер и группа НОМ - Душа и череп

And God said:
& quot; Cross nosish no, not the frontal krestishe,
Temples telegraph pole to whom,
The devil is not otrekohsya -
Not esm the scale religious.
Packie zhiti years to one hundred eighty one must,
And paradise,
Fruit, sorbet and fat-filled,
Will that award.

Eat, eat salt, come on! & Quot;

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Do not let your head work!
Bliss - in an empty skull,
In meditations wither is not necessary -
Ride a goat, riding a goat!

Goni filthy broom
From head myslishek dirty,
Do not you dare teachings uzdoyu
Wish deter supports!

Baska hung with streamers,
In shear the youth,
Drink alcohol! And those cretins
Glasses and books - Run!

Soul - a chimera, God - no,
Walk, hoof, shaking!
Spend life dull coin!
Ride a goat! Ride a goat!

Goat gallop.
Me-ee.