Текст песни Автоматические Удовлетворители - Мухи

Hands my bedtime, dinner,
Flies stick to your hands.
They spread the infection and troubles,
The skin and flesh torn to pieces.

Flies scavenge in heaps of garbage,
Eat in our shit with you,
After them, we suffer from diarrhea
And disappear into the darkness of oblivion

All! At the end of last ounce of strength,
Eating too have disease cutter,
And the flies crawl into our graves
Children lay their eggs in the eyes.

Flies digging in a pile of garbage,
Eat in our shit with you,
After them, we suffer from diarrhea
And disappear into the darkness of oblivion

Sticky fingers rat paw
Will one of us drink our juices
But they do not need to veer hlorofozom
We are not so difficult to live

Flies scavenge in heaps of garbage,
Eat in our shit with you,
After them, we suffer from diarrhea
And disappear into the darkness of oblivion

Flies scavenge in heaps of garbage,
Eat in our shit with you,
After them, we suffer from diarrhea
And disappear into the darkness of oblivion