мутант ъхвлам - Рвачи
текст песни

doctors arrived for a white coat
to the dry cleaner, there was a team of well-read people there
the handwriting is small
mustard plaster pinned on chest
twisted black bread
to the Murom Peninsula
this music breeds monsters
and only steals air
picking a runny scab by hand
Sometimes I feel like I won’t reach such heights
and in whose matrix am I included
Numbers flowed out of a dry-cleaner's jacket onto a hook
gendarme Cruchot
I expected it, the outcome was a foregone conclusion
medical glasses with sieve
doctors arrived, no one is home
and the text is crazy bullshit
the widows cried
how every piece of junk smells cool
sign, this is Prokhorov's praises

Mom is anarchy. Dad, don't drink
cried on posters
but there are already too many children here.
You can hear the neighbors dripping
The seams from the blades are cross-stitched
Leafing through the medical history
it's spring for you (pneumatics?)
the rooks have arrived
the pipes will be cleaned with helium in a week
chick pouted, don't you look up?
crawl along the bottom of the abyss smiling
grab jeans, from "Chizhi" cassettes, eke out your life, payments,
wet fat, here, hold it.
hat chic
You are made differently, not like Kolpakov, Nepal is sad for you
polished the bones recently released
give me the capacity to lead the mystery
your new style is rich - swag, swag,
But sweep the snow away for you. snow.