Текст песни Малина-В-Формалине - Dirty

Your smiles, my mistakes
I twisted my guts for a gram of spikes
The spoons were bent by the power of thought
We bent over, saved the cats

Liver decomposition smell
It makes it easier because
Candles went out before the images
It seems not correct, but still heals.

In the land of oblivion, singing is heard
Got in my bosom of patience
Buried inspiration inside
Wrapped around plants, plucked feathers

And from our window the hellish abyss is visible
There are spots in the eyes and speech is slurred
In this dirt you are so handsome
A cool glance slides across the faces

Mothers mourn schoolchildren.
Marginal Raskolnikov thumps in the courtyard
Pink elephants die at work
Comedians are lynched in the squares

Live life in your head.
Pull on the thread.
The house of cards would not be burnt.
Dancing to vulgar rhythms
Under the notes standing on someone else's music stand

Well, in all fairness, you can't avoid cyclicality
Become personal
A carrier pigeon will bring bad news
Let's stir up the tin

Light my lungs, fly like a comet and explode
Repent or take it easy
Time well spent
Wash your face in unjustified dreams

Damp, wipe off
Wrapping up, tangled in wires
Of the thin lines of life, a network
The same film is spinning in a circle