Текст песни эпп - бабочки гниют

Butterfly rot inside bottom of the gastric tract,
me straight into the crater someone trahul.
affectionate kitten paws right in the sponges,
I zakubovan under the grinder.
bird happily, triumphantly raise their wings
and suffocate under a cloud of swirling dust.
I firmly chained in this sotstsepi
and fill their nerves by ftp.

chainsaw running me around the room locked,
do not wait for tech support and even response.
It emanates from a light bulb musty.
Yesterday she met the sun, tell him hello.
cone-shaped teeth squirm on the walls of concrete
tayavshih five-storey buildings,
that smelled autumn mood
and the fact of the loss of all the other seasons, days.
and from the ceiling drips my personality
under the guise of bitumen, and burns in the crown of the window.
let everyone see this hysterical Waltz
vinyl emotions black and white movie.
wallpaper old, well-known pattern of gaze,
infected desires.
that still finished chewing film. and my hole anyway
still do not heal.