Текст песни мифога - славянская мантра

servants bow to ~ New Zver
enters the souls born from the inside out ...
I was Chinese ya, and now
narrow-eyed will be repainted into punks

forty virgins get along the hole
and prizes between the cold spirit
and that white death that between
between the heavenly rail and the milk tooth
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pour the wine hand full of holes ~
do not count the guests splattered tablecloth
here it is an oar, and here is the river itself ...
blue feather will measure the bird's porch

hare krishna, hare krishna
krishna krishna, hare hare
hare rama, hare rama
rama rama, hare hare

wake me up, merciless wasp -
I always wanted to sing you that song
where the dew has flowed under the stone
where ya stones no longer tease you

if krishna would touch the door
if the buddha does not leave the pose
if Christ himself whispers to me: believe!
= DRINK THE PIGS WITH SPARINO ROSES =

servants bow to ~ New Zver
enters the souls born from the inside out ...
was ya hindu and now
all dark-skinned women will be repainted into punks

hare krishna ....

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cʻianuary-2000
R` spring, 2000
p`19 mart 2011
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absurd'folk-lullaby
plots of the milky patrimony
mantras) (psychedelia
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recording on radio
Station << Antena C >>
in tandem with L.O. Tanatov
(aka Anatoly Zakharia)