Текст песни АтЪ - Мандрагора

What do you, native, not sleep
In this border early?
Yes only, sleep and yawn - alone nightmares
No difference
Outdoor chariot
From Peter in the Tamutarakan ...
Women,
Ochrichniki
Cops,
Sanitars -
Everyone came to charge you tribute
For 12 years

That you, poor man holds
In this unworthiest edge?
Where in the polls, registration laws -
Fear of fools
And in the porn show on the burning dozen -
Gnawing for a place in paradise
Rolling
Whore
Beat down bows
Yes, step off all the spit on the cheu
From time immemorial

Silent, Mandragora
Already follow the trail black dogs
Perhaps the next dance will be broken
Accompaniment of shutter
And those that burned into the usual "tomorrow"
Do not throw your strip
Silent, Mandragora
When will come out
They will hear how the clock will be

Who is you, poor, loves?
Ditch and drafts
Spring in the eyes of another bait
Fraught with a breakdown of thread
There was a dream - I had a ker on a dish,
Plastic wreaths
Pucked toothless basements of Lubyanka
Run on a buckle
Attic
Lubyana His

Silent, Mandragora
One more hanged on the string
All in the best traditions of the genre
According to the canons of folklore
And those that always and in all were right
Not shatter in its fault
Silent, Mandragora
When will come out
They will die in silence