Анонимус - Доброчан
текст песни

Morning Bump, it's like a rise from the depth of sleep,
It's like a wave caught by a tube radio
In the morning he said again "time" to himself
And cooked Mate, cut the pitch and looked into BE
In Dobrachan, a shelter for patients with duals
Between brushing teeth and morning tea we meet
Each other, like sary in a cigar club
Where even alfakuns are not pretended to be rude
Clubs of smoke are melting hatred and anger when I
I broadcast on the air of cozy threads dedicated to tea
And in vain others are waiting for me on this side
After all, I am already at home, and the rest is for me - side
I will grow a beard, I am twenty years old (that year),
Or maybe I'm lying, although by nature it is not a rogue,
No matter bro, wise or stupid, weak or cool
Here good anons are like equal about everything
It's like jazz when warm sounds pour
When they drink to the bottom, and the chan is the same as it is.
And they squeeze the fo-five, and they are waiting for the time
Nameless refugees will continue to write,
As a rainfoot finished from Dvach, and what a fucking
Moder from which they were forced to escape
To stick to the shores of foggy islands
Where are the good-trees and where they again gained their blood

Wherever you are, with a seal what borders,
Inhale Dobrotsan spicy, sweet, pleasant smoke.

Here she is, brother, hack it on the nose
One stool for boys is another - for devils and bitches
And the chair by the fireplace is for those who carry good
And for whom the word "house" is still not an empty phrase.
Look yourself, friend, they don’t drive from here, do not spit
Following your steps, you see this comfort
And sit, and there is a bimber
Let's talk, if the dolls climbed, I immediately hid it.
You are not alone, because you, bro, always look at you
The goddess Horo, what follows the order here.
In chorus, we explain to anyone that shame and shame
CARK, it can slowly kill like AIDS
Like a rot, it is better to listen to how to sings a chil
To relocate yourself and no more nonsense
Our inner world, a pure sip of the mind of games
Epigraph to the poem where the characters have no names
Blake's tiger hiding between time
In confused labyrinths of polyhedr on a thousand sides.
As a thunder, the tread of the Omsk bird is heard here
Life outside the border seems funny
Crayfish go on, try our guilt
Sounds fly in warm eight -bit lamp tones
So good to you, brother, hold two tea at our expense
And let you still be lucky with your eot

Wherever you are, with a seal what borders,
Inhale Dobrotsan spicy, sweet, pleasant smoke.

But if anything, if sadness grips you suddenly
Your house is waiting for you, and your anonymous friend is glad to you.
And if someone against good has something, that
Inevitably flare. Without tenderness and immediately in the mouth.
After all, he will not forgive, and the legion of enemies will not forget
And sometimes even good can do without fists
Who is rolling cotton wool, he will not read the teeth
We are for a peaceful atom, but we are not looking for words in the pockets
Having scored a spliff, dissim rats, count the drain
Sour up from the face of the earth as dust, and again for the spill
On the cups of a fragrant nectar, bro, smoke
Look how the horizon is clean, what shines in front
Inside a string of dreams, these are faces from your dreams
Merge with highmain and become rich like a kras
Do not hold tears, there is a question - ask on the forehead
It cannot be that no one could help
After all, we are the same blood bro, we look at one window
And if it hurts you suddenly, this also hurts us, but
Together it is easier to overcome injustice, evil,
Together, even more fun even if you go to the bottom.
We substitute your shoulder, let this crack
It reminds that you are not alone, an old man.