Текст песни Гражданская Оборона - из груши

From pear worm crawled
And of pillows - a dream.
In the kitchen, laughing fool
Mixing sausage with saliva.
Confused stump up its sleeve
Spring forgotten in the melee.
On tiptoed to her
I rang the bell and ran away.
The evening meal
In the morning hangover
Pepper, salt, sugar ... yeah
... And only turned out differently
It turned out not at all the case.
From pear worm crawled
And out of his pocket - a disgrace.
On the bench was silent old man
A revealing transcendence.
In some places there were tremors
But in general it was excellent.
Still crawling worms
Only the mound in the cemetery sank.
The sky is the color of meat
Meat taste of heaven
Pepper, salt, sugar ... yeah
... And only turned out differently
It turned out not at all true!
... Yes, but it turned out differently
It turned out not at all true!