BABAY GROZNYI - Панельная Шамбала
текст песни

A cup of coffee for breakfast.
Drops throw off the address of God!
The devils stick on the smell
Angelic money-long.
Deep black Khudak
The boys gnawed at the whole face ...
Judas -cameras do not sleep -
They are looking for and looking.
On the back of the nine
The sun was red as in guillotine,
And only the paws of the antenna prayed on the air
In an empty apartment ...

But there is no God
On the Tyumen roofs ...
Sleeps panel shambhala.
There is no further output.
No one will hear us
While rain sings Sha-la-la!
Star, lattice, point - wiretapping!
The outdoor mouse is swarmed from below.
But, someone painfully, like you,
Smiling, looks up from broken puddles ...

The balconies are crushed by dust
Rexes whimsical pulling hashs!
Until the nucleus cools down -
We accelerate the memory of women!
In the textures, my area is drowning,
Cookies all remember, and the stone city is like in Bong ...
Tears need doping and in rude palms
The face is buried!
The panel yawned -
As long as it was light. Fog as sour cream!
I watched in the distance
As the sails swam around the sky somewhere ...

But there is no God
On the Tyumen roofs ...
Sleeps panel shambhala.
There is no further output.
No one will hear us
While rain sings Sha-la-la!
Star, lattice, point - wiretapping!
The outdoor mouse is swarmed from below.
But, someone painfully, like you,
Smiling, looks up from broken puddles ...