Текст песни Псилоцибиновые Грибы - Про Политику

I went to the gas stove,
But his thoughts were no longer the same
I wish I hugged her gently,
But then somehow it became stink

Who napukal at the stove?

Cats!

Fuck the bell candle circle
The church is going full mayhem!
Throughout the priests naked sleep
And a large crowd of geese tusyat

What gave rise to this hellish shame?

Cahors!

Trees toppled, chaos, devastation,
Dead proteins without the neck and ear
Someone out there somewhere fuck bullfinches,
With a stick in the ass flying nightingale

Who does not take care of the forest?

Raccoon!

You're out of the woods, you smoke hashish,
Do you see the car, you - the bear, you burn !!!

Cats, raccoons and Cahors
Only Zhirinovsky only hardcore !!!