Гражданская оборона - Как в мясной избушке помирала душа
текст песни

Music and words - E. Letov

How the soul darkened in a meat hut
How the soul died in a meat hut
How the soul was rotten in a fleshy hut
How the soul disappeared in a fleshy hut

In that red summer, many went crazy
That summer, the little people went crazy
Environmental raven
The murders of the dead miles
Folded by good hardworking fingers
In neat festive pyramids.

That summer I smashed my forehead
About the majestic virtues of vengeful memory,
Watching inadvertently how the soul darkened in a meat hut
How the soul died in a meat hut

Someone drove dry reed ...

Rolled on sledges with dashing, with a geek
And how the time has come to carry -
Thinking
Coaked
Dragged them on a hill like a dead mother
Yes, and threw it in the middle
Thinking ...
Sat down and tensed ...
Sat down and thought ...
He sat down and strangled ...
And yes, I thought the ponaroshka
Thought in three letters
However, it did not work out -
There was not enough urine.

So sat and watched the eyelids with bubbles
Vigilantly watched the eyelids
How the soul darkened in a meat hut
How the soul darkened in a fleshy hut ...

He was sick like fish
He was sick like a dove
And the houses fell upward
up down
up down...

The plastic tank declared war on the plasticine universe
The prodigal son left forever
I did not have time to return
I could not refer
I went too far, gloated, lost

That summer I cried with crooked teeth
Raw cutlets of their own weakness
That summer I never cried anymore
That summer I have never lived anymore
Nothing happened to me more.

Rabbits sneaked in the burning grass ...
At dawn someone tapped the window
Quietly, quietly
No one heard
No one opened.