Текст песни Ольга Арефьева - 19. Было абстрактно

It was abstract
(Voice, text - Olga Arefieva
Music - Alexey Larionov)

It was abstract
Burned not a woman
And then they chopped
Multiplied by green
All over
From package to package

E-p-r-s-t - this is how the alphabet began
Verbal fell into vanilla reverie
Hid Christ in the bosom
He did not think
He just ate
It was warm to eat
And friends bent down and then rolled over
Shy of the word "pudding"
Put on arrogant heels
Since childhood, painfully dreamed about pancakes
What are you all about eating and eating?
Yes, you just see it before your eyes

The diarrhea was no good
Fur coats were artificial but sewn with natural veins
The poem was quilted straight across the quatrains
She greatly embarrassed me with her uncomplicated marriage and stopped multiplying in a bathrobe
She got the topic
And the universe was stirring in the nose
I’ll buy four blue on the lace - two squared and one man
The salty herring was dead
Food stir dill
And wrapped circles around the dining room
Selectively mummifying in sugar
The picture grabbed his eyes
And took off his underpants
He monstrously admired
Something in him is stiff
Monologically shut up
Amber was evaporated on the stove to get a fly out of it
And in the evening ears have ripened
They turned blue and discovered the text
Centimeters on a tree and cubes
The performance never thought to begin
By the second action, the stump cleared up
The main actress in a peignoir was brushing her eyebrows
Hacksaw
Sound engineer suffered intermission
Ficus on the second floor showed everyone a fic
Sound appendicitis operation occurred
I was ashamed to move my knees
Murzilka did not ask
Humorously bounced
In a white-toothed coat
He twisted the mood on the finger
Putting an eraser into the holes of teeth
And the impudence he expressed through his fly
It was a weekend aria
Matron shook her voice
And brought her chest to the hall
The first orgasms were heard in the hall
The plot of the play was straightforward
But no one knew him
But no one noticed him
I had to not only guess but also compose on the go
Hero lover was nimble
And in a coat
Belted by crowbar
He entered the mise en scene with a lively tap of the authorized translation
And stuck a plug in the cello
Shakespeare rolled over in a coffin
And hysterically depressed four times
Because I didn’t wash myself
Single girls fidget with skinny buttocks
Seat pile
And remembered their youth
I asked everyone who such a bugbear
In the seventh row, traditionally rotten
Most excited note la
Slim re rang from under the heels
Thousand-eyed literary critic
Indelible advertising ghoul
Creaked with golden dentures
And wrote in a notebook
Will
It started like that
Fly your nostrils
Crazy Falcons in Slippers
He wanted to be verbose but only remembered the point