Хаски - Мир мух
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The city was empty, everyone committed suicide
Only the alarms laugh in discord
Everything is dehumanized, and also laughing
I'm flowing down the street, useless like urine

The city is empty
A cry fell from my lips: “I’m alone here”
People are killed, this is a world of flies
The city is empty
What have I forgotten here? Whose handiwork is it?
This feast, this-this world of flies?
The city is empty
The sun's grapefruit will suddenly jump out
Because of the flies, it's like a glitch
The city-city is deserted
This world is dead, the corpse stinks so much
Like a rotten skunk or sour soup

Flies on a huckster are like a silk camisole
I got some dope and went to the shopping mall
In mourning "Ikea" and in despondency "Auchan" -
Churches for which there are no longer parishioners

This boring escalator leading nowhere
I fight flies for crackers and ham
For "Gitane" without a filter and for the red "Gauloise"
Cameras bashfully hide howitzers eyes

After all, the city is empty, and the security guard of the shopping center
Already gangbang flies are collecting on the face
And the only mummy of trade is the aboriginal mannequin
Selfless sells his body, not desired by anyone

After all, the city is empty
Flies fuck broken bodies
Necrophilia, chance for heat exchange
Kiss me my Venus (Venus)
Open the stale bud for me
Let him sing alcove hymns to us
Corpse-Eating Cupid

The freeway is like a cemetery and like a fashion show
Wheelbarrows turned out the tattered fuel oil fillet
Wide open in metal orchid buds
Broken subterfuges of ground people

After all, the city was empty: everyone committed suicide (Committed suicide)
Only the alarms laugh discordantly (discordantly)
I wander between accidents, however, also laughing (laughing)
And I kick the head of some Khach (Some Khach)

He was a simple taxi driver and did not swim in the clouds
Chicks in high heels were rude to him
Having rolled yours on the carousel, slapped in the face
He exhaled, disappearing into a veil of purple flies.

On the thigh of the sky lightning luxurious varicose veins
I stand in harmony, leaning against the kiosk
Who is the sky designer? What is its price?
What is beauty, because I am its only target?

After all, the city is empty, but it’s awesome that
There is also a rainbow consumer in the sublunary world
This is me stringing teeth beads
And I look at the tattoos on the tops of my boots

After all, the city is empty
Sale at the fucking flea market
Which no one else had time to eat

The city is empty
A cry fell from my lips: “I’m alone here”
People are killed, this is a world of flies
The city is empty
What have I forgotten here? Whose handiwork is it?
This feast, this-this world of flies?
The city is empty
The sun's grapefruit will suddenly jump out
Because of the flies, it's like a glitch
The city-city is deserted
This world is dead, the corpse stinks so much
Like a rotten skunk or sour soup

Unimaginable to myself
I fly into a gun store
I'm rolling a convincing joint
From lead, from gunpowder, from slices of shop windows

I want to say goodbye to the fly yard
I hasten to welcome fly caviar
This is how the last person dies
I'm closing the human project