Текст песни ТОИТ и А. Вавилов - Каноническая скважина

Canonical well

From the canonical well flowed light.
The bottom line - an illusion. It was sunset.
I talked about the unbelief, and in response -
One solid immortality hire.

Incidentally, I soon got fed up sploshnyakom,
Prudently confessed in two gulps,
My psychiatrist otpaival brandy
In the absence of milk in the clinic.

Then some kind of confession as a strip,
And in the morning - a cube abstraction. And the convoy.
I loomed lights from top to bottom
And hearses with horn ring.

Now, staring in the mirror at the stigma,
I accept the silence of the Council ...
After all, if you believe the philosophers, life - shit.
And if you believe genetics, there is no death.

Measure the eternal Adam's apple,
Once again, I Hacked with nurses in a fool.
My psychiatrist otpaival milk
In the absence of cognac in the clinic.

As arrhythmic heartbeat! As the storm!
As renounces mimicry of the face!
Here, if you made a mistake, then - pretend
What have you made a mistake on purpose. To end.

And what is the result? Immortality. Hire.
From the canonical well flowed light.
The bottom line - an illusion. It was sunset.
Marvelous are thy works, O Lord. Or not.

© Alexander Vavilov