Текст песни МБ Пакет - Превращение

Ivan the swords did not kill garbage
did not arrange a revolution
He started a family instead of a tractor
And began to work out
broke like in childhood clockwork bear
Now with the same as he
Dust in boxes
The boy has grown out
I dropped the cover of naivety
Will go in the footsteps of those who are a fifty
Nobody behind him
not coming
For he does not select, it silently fucks, greets with the neighbors
He has a girl and friends
And probably will soon be a son-in-law
high school students will not understand him
put diesel and wipe
But they will ever grow up too
All these romantic teens from Moscow-Cassiopeia
they will come through thorns to the stars
and discovered there only anger
anger for nothing in vain years
For shortness of breath and hemorrhoids
Isus kisses them on the cheek, and they hit it with a knife under the edge
After all, idioms are not a place among the GodsBracted people
I am typically extremist
misanthrope
and all honest decent people around
Citizens bastardia
they still caught me and made such a ge
but did not get out and did not beat, but just forced to live with it

Waking up once
late in the evening
I realized that I turn into something inequate
I looked at my civil wife
maybe it would be better for her to become girlfriend
But she became a hand
And I also became a pideline
We all became messy

Waking up once
late in the evening
I realized that I turn into something inequate
I looked at my civil wife
maybe it would be better for her to become girlfriend
But she became a hand
And I also became a pideline
We all became messy

I woke up with a huge beetle as Gregor Chasa
but not confused
did not float in the bedspread
and did not climb under the bed
I continued to live, I'm used to
I drink Putkak, I sit on the cride
Nothing bad that I turned into a nasty beetle
After all, the creatures are also not the most gorgeous
Colorado beetles, unemployed bees
Martial cockroaches, ants-alcoholics,
Butterflies with torn wings,
Dirtless worms
Stupid Mattage,
What is flying to the light of big anthills
CEGEBESHIE MOLA AND HER HANDLE BLACK
My girlfriend turned into a caterpillar
I scored on her, sank
inside the globe of her buse
larvae
Fite doctors
then cut down these failed jerking off
Find out what is better for life
Anarcho-Communor-Capitalism
or other whacking
Siberia Information Epoch
Jewish-European wisdom here do not work
While they argued whose gulag is more humane
I have already hit a hundred grams and got into Nirvana
I hear some man falls from above
in the morning he drills holes in the walls
in the evening drill a hole in the neighbor
with whom it does not share a hole in herdo
Hole in the ass
Hole in the toilet
Hole on the road
Hole in a bottle
Hole in the venue
hole in the well
hole in the one in com
Hole in Kalash
hole in rocket
hole in a trumpet
Hole in Dead Khokhle
Hole in the syringe
hole because of falling
Hole in the fight
Hole in the president
Hole in premiere
hole in me
In the society of reasonable insect holes is a sacred symbol
He who manages the hole manages the Russian world

Waking up once
late in the evening
I realized that I turned into something inequacious
I looked at my civil wife
maybe it would be better for her to become girlfriend
But she became a hand
And I also became a pideline
We all became messy

Waking up once
late in the evening
I realized that I turned into something post-dealer
I looked at my civil wife
Maybe it would be better to be born grease
But she was born a hand
And I was also born my hand
We all were born here with friends