jabberwacky - 100 лет революций
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I scratch the lines in the notebook, porridge is prepared in the pan,
and the march of the consonants walk from point to point - consonants
Radio Evil through the teeth, stress with stress in each of the sounds of hissing
On the fucking wrench: wake up, my friend, wake up!

Get up! Or we will not wait for muskete and guns. to the exit!
Cleam the rifle with a shomopol, try on your ceremonial costume of a crazy psycho.
Counting! depending on the Udokonny Mirok, which will not give a break,
Enter it yourself or wait for the crushing of the myth - you will be dashingly.

The destruction, as the fate of any - the striped walls of the apartment only echo.
What am I here? How many burned fates were prepared for battle?
Get dressed! Without thinking how to reach the intermission -
Your ticket is in the first row and you do not need to be shy about the actors of the Bolshoi Theater.

the walls in the blood, everything was played so fast that few saw,
How people changed each other, pulling life with a relay wand.
And the corpse that in the area of the color of tomato juice lies like a direct certificate:
We are being led to later put the building of the Admiralty from the bones.

I don't feel the light -
no no no no no.
no no no no no.
no no no no no.
I don't know why I'm doing this.

I don't feel the light -
no no no no.
no no no no.
no no no no no.
I don't know why.
I don't know why.

The obstetrician pulls his hands - these are the hands of the mere fate,
Tearing you out of the womb of sin into the fun of the dancing Rumba.
A snow -white tablecloth is laid out the path. Leaving others their stump,
I timidly put it inside, time takes you to rudeness.

Try to do without food on the way, nor ori, they can hear you!
Tirade of hearts - these are extra, look - the beggars follow you.
You must be saved, you must get along that wall of profit.
Wake up! After all, their song is false, but beckons with a siren squeezes Shiva's arms.

The road in dust - this means that they lived here, the autumn sun cuts circles,
Cranes are flying, step up the top of an unknown path!
I am your inner voice - it is easy to fit in this groove of the mechanism.
An organically woven life, on the top of the mound remained to take root.

Here is your revolution - in a tube of old glue!
Here is your revolution - in a place in which it is warmer!
You came to spend it here, spending as soon as possible.
We did not sleep all night - we took each other on the backs of the target.

I don't feel gunpowder
no no no no no.
no no no no no.
no no no no no.
I don't know why people pay so expensive

I don't feel the light -
no no no no.
no no no no.
no no no no no.
I don't know why.