Русский садизмЪ - Чёртово поле
текст песни

Hang the chapcs
I am in a packed step from your lichen lawn
Where toads give birth to a tablet donkeys on a piece of paper.
And the heralds rust
Treasury trees worthless cunts
The queue of hordes of bursting lines of speech
Fleet fields
Flows
Crac-Pex Crac-Pex Brows

A naked clown sank into a special school with a spiritual slope
Without shoes, forehead under a lilac cap
Collected from a cardboard box from the cake
Alveoli from the felt muzzle - foam
But not a schoolboy he is in the form of a pharmacy player
In poker and croquet swit
He lifted his cry in the dining room Hailo.
The crowds worked next "We are also in the share"
Goblins to trolls uterine he is apart
Languid, nimble lover of court cows
A swarm of small -fit in tattoos of hunters
My mouth to the castle from the sirie shouts
Yelling under the window of skop sons
Minds "that the wolf is silent for whom the bell calls"
Let his number with full shitty circus but
He is the god acting He is a prophet from confessors
Down with the hats descends a naked clown
In the people of the newfangled king
Ternov’s forehead cap is crowned
Involuntarily God granted the prototype of the saint with the icons
According to the new canon laws, your appearance is the throne
On the end is prepared by church saints
Whose forehead was not cloth was wrapped in a rim.
And chopped by an oak chipper

In the old theaters of Samara, Central Diocese
The lytaurus is implemented by a blow
Parade Masquerade carnival
With a bloody fever in the frames blink
Behind the crown spikes with the cries of "Bravo! Hurray!"
Theaters of mediocre raw game like poison
A hand in a hurry dug up a swarm of a boomeranga-para!
I rushed like a drunken mast like a ball of a flying oxer
Mouse is frantically dragging drummers in a box
A maniac transmit came - hide!
Not a fool-guba bullet-fool run from the theater stooped chickens
The culture of hacks does not bode good
The circle of fortune dictates "Don’t think! Banking a large amount"
Holding the immaculate conception
Paper and pacley stern from the fall of stone
Humpbacked Karls Orava Bolvanov
In the fitted shirts of the fucking
My horror terror is mutilating the contour of Europe
In the shapeless pile of cottage cheese hieroglyphs
The city of orphans is short -haired
Stubborn in spilled blood
Vendetta cut two bodies to the waist in water
How the newspaper torch was burning in the dark
I sang about fate where it is now chaos
And the castes of eccentricity
I rushed from the godless birches
With the face of pleasure in gaps
From the brain of fragments of Pindos sailors
And with Oscar Oxford Molocosos-Philosophists

Mother don't worry mom do not be afraid
I did not slide down not pricked
I just forgot about it at all
Struggled choked on the ground
To the wall of the layout in the snow exhibits
In trepya sets of stuffed path
I'm not with greetings with an automaton
Ashes in the wind in the sky Nabat played
Discharges of Now -shattage Now Discharging NOW

Putting the bazuka in the bosom in the bag under the knock of the pulse
In the Sumy of reason absurd stupor bitch
Language like a vessel with brake
Jesus due to garbage bodies with a belly
Science of three letters to the ax client
Naubel in the morning I swim in piles of the body of the corpses
Mokrukh the idea of the surgeon
Tortuga Khudruk dushegub stupid dolls
Budget Koblu derailed from Durov's troupe
I swept into the stake of reinforcement stuck in the floor in a cube on a culmin
Having embedded the heel of the New Moon inside the cast iron
The clamp pulled the fucking Buddha to shit
I didn’t think for a minute, as if in a bath
He is in an urn-rash with a tambourine brass
Kanunnik of puppet thoughts