Текст песни миша токарев,7лет - апостолом стал чикатило

The apostle became Chikatilo

In the light of the TV Horizon
Granny says I Don’t
And knit from plasma socks
We sleep the third decade with her
On Khrushchev’s relics
Malakhov ate me on an empty stomach
In the television horizon of events
Granny speaks doubtfully
Because God is sleeping
The weather is now cystitis
Hopes flow through the window
Knitting needles with yarn
In callous palms
Sovetskaya Vera under the skin
The apostle became Chikatilo
On the wall ethyl rug
And in the rug it is yesterday
Granny tied Kalashnikov
Asked, where is the socks
Answered, not very good