Журналист из Фурфура - 08 - Белкино
текст песни

The entertainment center looks at the churchyard
The gaze is not legible, very not simple;
Belkinskiy Park, Belkinsk Forest
There are no picturesque places for suicide

Here a person loves to walk:
Respiridon use,
Mushrooms to collect in the basket
And do not understand anything ...

In Lizergin gardens
with a sweet taste in the mouth
A man eats
The holy book.

Brars, funeral, weddings
proposals and demand
And the answer is born
Ahead of the question.

I read the Bible
barely
Dead, dead
Gorgeous words!

In the old days, the earth was shaking,
Like a pioneer in front
But take at least glycodin,
at least that si ay
The gaze will not see anything
More beautiful than our land!

The path with a tablecloth blushed
From the head to heaven
Epileptic foam
Get on the lips

Entertainment dragged
Bad youth at the table
Pushing his eyes, were not surprised
She is put on a stake!

Man, the last
From ephemeris
The cop is eagerly looking at the pupils
And there the scope is open:

Entertainment Center
Mimicated to the morgue
shop assistant
And Korg synthesizer:
Perform slow
psychedelic march
Our Belkinsky Forest!