Текст песни каннтбплтзи - мямлю чето

Verse 1
Mongols drank the blood of horses, my - the tobacco industry
I dream to carry eblo fag that above us
scared to drink, it is likely bump against both Kinchev
fan of AC Milan, they form a palette of films Lynch
you refused lady, my kidney failure
of household garbage writing and squeeze line
if there is an incentive to read the book is self-contempt
if you can not drink vodka - to apply to the social security
I want that I was thirteen, cover up pimples on the photo
drink strikes, rather than purely from the burning burner
faces fellow countrymen in lobovuhu gloss reflectors
like an eggshell in the mouth - unpleasant, but generally comfortable
I would have pulled out on stage at the event dead horse
hiding prelost rhymes putrid gas
over a lifetime does not erase any of the sole
then to fill in the ashes of several vases

Verse 2
mouth ashen white corpse covered with sores
I stand on the shore of Acheron, and it is clear to me
that there will be cries of Tipo ёvatsap and & quot; hawks & quot;
obviously closer to me than the & quot; The Bucket List & quot;

they have placed signs and divided the globe
but did not arrive in time herald - converts us into mincemeat
and folk of all peoples in the mashup, nowhere to shun
wait until the collapse shaky walls and end the farce
I was not invited to the funeral, not invited to the wedding
I was baptized in the oil, I shared with you a cake
after all the chips in the tear ducts clogged
After all, wine stoppers sealed mouth
but we are united in a homogeneous gel
oblige the explosions at nuclear power plants
God invented us crazy gloomy morning
on the sixth day with hangover

chorus
I tried to write free verse, but leaves haiku
pass on the zebra, but did not meet on the way the roads
my inflatable mattress in the cold frozen lake
When pressed on the gas, I waited next turn

Verse 3
carpet of bottles ends day
crimson jets sprinkling bowl
arrogantly across the room swinging a shadow
Yiddish rumor Lord hurry
Sailors do not see the tops of masts
Huntsman is not needed in the & quot; red woods & quot;
gelmitov marks under the skin in the yard
Gentlemen, we are in the image of the nuclear ashes