Текст песни Таня Башинская - Песня пьяной поэтессы, шагающей домой с литературного

home to the literary
blyatstva (crossed out)
brotherhood
go-delirious I ssama ssoboy
one touch
full of happiness
nobody would
not to knock on the march along the axial
I try to pace like a lady strict
and snot and tears this is not me
and it turns out like a cow hornless
erased like a zebra as a heron in shit
Well, Peter - a sweater,
where your storm
where windy vEterno
obscenely
I'm a walking fool you
both in the soul of black
literature classes harmful to health
Alcohol is dangerous bukvogenez
unattainable depth liter
for a modest creativity poets
I know how to fly, and written and oral
because there was not enough money for a taxi
Flying and drunk in the metro will not be allowed
everything is so transcendental
now it's just me not to say
do not throw me in the trees branches
and I did not throw in the branches
channel flops something euphemistically
not. not me. Dot