Текст песни Апофеоз - 4.Так пиздел Заратустра

Hope, hope in the broken glass tuflёyu!
Splinters fly like a dream wheels at the ceiling.
Look up just fine lying on the bottom!
And it smells better fed just inside the intestines!

On the wall of the eye frozen balls.
Socks pulled on his fingers down from the balcony.
And only from the insides pulled utyuzheny voice!
Yesterday, blame others, and today, we are!

Eat me and my drink down ... paralon !!!
From his point of view, you are absolutely right!
Nakakayte me that I was bychnym by shit!
Usual by shit, same as you !!!

Absorbed earth dug from all sides.
Who thinks otherwise goes voluntarily into a madhouse.
Those who do not proёb ears
So pizdel Zarathustra!