Текст песни Маг - Слово Аупаришата

Word of Auparishat (in memory of Sergei Chudakov)

Life is a ticklish thing -
Splitting bamboo.
Kamasutra as science
Planting on the count.
But there is a gamut of other events,
Lingam worship,
A sea of ​​passion body drama
I didn't seem to take it into account.
The darkness of fate - set off
On the cover of glossy Life
The meaning of the game is for me
There was one big joke.
Oh why at sunset hours
Oyster in lettuce
In the word auparisata
I'm wrapped up like a dwarf ...
After all, for us there is already a surplus
Two graying monkeys
In a cage of useless books
Sunk into the night door ...
This is tin - if Life
All the afterlife is only in a muddy high
Only here - and now
And reality only later
If in broad daylight
The night will surround me
And sadness will crackle
Like souls enamel
They showed me a piece of paper
Here's your friend indulgence
Gave a clean shirt
Before you shoot
And completely killed even
I remembered lying on the beach
Through some kind of messy fog
I saw a living surface
But devoid - of all feelings
How a car flies without brakes
Down the mountain - I'm rolling
Sleep in a crib.
The nights are full of the moon.
Dreams await us
Like a hero from books
There is only a double in the mirror
Virgo sex from GB
As a thing quite in itself.
Let you change
My thoughts are pure
Life is a shooting thing.
Kamasutra like a bazooka
Epic Bow Edge
Passion ardent hello
Plus other gamma events
The charms of a beautiful lady
Hysterical shame
Otherness dawn
Nothing - never
And not without a mysterious reason
That everywhere - and always
Beckons like a wonderful light

(c) The Magomet 2013