Андриан и Александр - Маленькая злая Москва
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Hello, my little
Evil Moscow!
Arrow at the station,
U -turn at the bridge,
And all that is right is a ditch,
That on the left is Konura.
And on the canvas alien glory
And other people's words.
Again, somehow everything is not by the way
On the dashboard,
Looks like I'm crazy
If I go exactly the same
as everybody.

And on the tail is four ointments
And one fuel and lubricants,
And in the spring such a maz -
Do not get at all.
And how it breaks tonight,
Everyone is saying about:
Direct fire, however, very
Single shell! ..

We’ll slip, brother!
I say - slip, brother!
I say - slip! ..

And at the last intersection -
Felts of paradise, or MKAD, -
Inspector Pobedyzkin is standing
And whistles at random
Above your head - Holy Plyamba,
Under the wing - a holster ...
And if this type is an archangel,
So all of us
And really a pipe!
Pipe...

And if everyone by faith,
My stubborn hero!
You say that the world is a prison,
And the world becomes a prison.
And for what kind of wall
Are you putting on ideas?
Good you chose paranoia
So, after all, the choice is for her!

You are a genius, brother!
The whole world is a mess - you are a genius, brother!
The whole world is a mess - you are a genius! ..

And the topics roam past
Something somewhere in a prick
And I look for a while -
Time looks at me.
And I sing myself in delirium
I create for delirium
Everything louder is Victory Music
Above the remains of IQ.

And according to the supervised aviaries,
On a paper parade ground
Important chimeras walk,
Picking in the nose
All different creatures walk -
And in pairs and apart -
From chromatic centaurs
To chronic goats,
From samurai to "Samsung"
Basurman blood,
From ephemeral nibelungs
To plywood horses,
Red cows are walking
Whatever the udder is armor ...
Looks like tomorrow
something
somewhere
The war will fail again.

Until tomorrow, brother!
I say: until tomorrow, brother!
I say: until tomorrow,
Brother...