БЫДЛОЦЫКЛ - Белая Ворона
текст песни

Woodpecker who doesn't like to chisel
Woodpecker who doesn't like to knock
Became a black sheep among all of his
All the other woodpeckers scream from it
Father says I've been hammering since birth
Mother says I always knocked
In response: I don’t like knocking and hammering.
Trouble is brewing in the woodpecker family
Mother says to her friends
The chips are flying - that's how the sons knock
Father says that everyone is hammering around
And the dumbass son doesn’t fuck shit up
They're yelling at the woodpecker Come on, quickly hammer away
And he doesn’t care and backs into the bushes
Come on, damn, don't be rude to your parents.
Knock or you, bastard, are not our son
Woodpecker secretly tries to sing
Songs as tender as waxwings
It turns out pretty bad, but...
the woodpecker has a clear goal
Birds laugh at the woodpecker all year round
They tell each other like jokes:
Have you seen a woodpecker singing?
Damn, fuck! Fuck you idiot!
Chorus.
The woodpecker who loved to sing!
He went against the rules!
What a story! Well, wow!
Creative woodpecker!!!
Played on the strings of the soul!
Creative woodpecker!!!
Well, cool, tell me?!
Tell me, is it cool?!!
Time flew by like a fast peregrine falcon
The woodpecker disappeared somewhere for a while
And suddenly with a musical program myself
The whole cultural center gathered at the concert
A woodpecker sings about love from the stage
The woodpecker has unrealistic success everywhere
Nightingales froze in tears in the hall
Everything is in awe from the feeling of beauty
And even the magpie that is floating around
All sorts of rumors on the tail feathers
Secretly bought an album from a woodpecker
It's gone, but Huita says in the comments
For several years the woodpecker sang from the heart
But somehow one day I drove myself to the end
Are my songs really good?
Or am I not a creator at all?
Is this my way and my path?
Maybe I should start my life over?
Maybe I can’t sing at all,
Do you need to hammer and knock like a woodpecker?
A woodpecker-artist is in terrible depression
Started hammering on the oak bark
Broke his beak and fell from a branch
Dragged away by ferrets and eaten in a hole
Chorus.
Melancholy and sadness reigned in the forest
A young brilliant singer died
Mother says I should have knocked
It would be better if he hammered - the father laments
For all the canaries and nightingales
Woodpecker the late great idol
No one sings so beautifully, alas.
Art unrivaled sapphire
And the woodpeckers are still screaming everywhere
We were right then God knows
After all, woodpeckers must hammer and knock
And he started singing and that’s why he died
Let the songbirds sing
And we must not break away from the bonds
Pounding and knocking is our only work
But we can’t sing songs... well, rap at most
To all these cries he is humbly silent
To the sound of a depleted mourning forest
No one is in a hurry to argue with woodpeckers
They already have mental stress
You can't turn back the flow of rivers
And we will not return the woodpecker-singer
But the woodpecker is forever in the history of the forest
As the best poet and singer of all time