Текст песни Містер Коржик - А.

Architects are crazier than poets
Architects do not wear bulletproof vests
Architects do not know what a dream is
They draw, design
New Parthenon
For
Old people
With young hands
Draw a perspective
Even with his feet
They walk on their heads
Sleep on your stomach
Nickel rods are destroyed to dust
Erase
Washers
Rubber rubbers
Wearing knightly armor
Build in the mind
Your patterns
And strange packages
Sent by new mail
For them
As
The joy of the Easter bunny
Emerald vomiting
Chronic alcoholic
Like the first menstrual period in the sixth grade
As the second month in the eighth grade
The first pollution in a fifth-grader
As a revolution for a tenth grader
Like 300 Negroes for a slave owner
From Texas
That in 1815
When slavery was at every turn
He built houses on Lesya Ukrainka Boulevard
And the architects were there, of course
 honey-beer drank
It flowed down his mustache
It didn't get in my mouth
Architects always have little
Sex
Breakfast
Coffee
Freedom
Space
Design
Carpet
Fashion
And that's why they are
Everyone draws and draws like robot people
Architects are like wisdom
They
Throughout
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