Текст песни Русский садизмЪ - Чёртово поле

Hang up your hat
I'm a fathom step from your lichen lawn
Where toads give birth to tablets, a donkey gets a piece of paper
And the heralds are neighing
Treasures of the patrimony of worthless prone pussies
A queue of hordes of muttering lines of chants
Grown in the bedchamber of the fucking field
Slaughterhouse
Krex-pex krex-pex-fex

A naked clown stomped into a special school with a spiritual bias
Without shoes, a forehead under a lilac cap
Collected from a cardboard box from the cake
Felt alveoli muzzle - foam rubber lump
But he's not a schoolboy, he's a lucky player in uniform
In poker and croquet his swill grog ruble
Hailo raised his scream in the dining room
The crowds worked alongside "we also share"
Goblins, uterine trolls, he is an equal
The languid agile lover of the courtiers' cows
A swarm of tatted hunters
Lock my mouth from the snares of these shouts
Screaming under the window osprey sons shamkov youths
Umov "that the wolf is silent for whom the bell rings"
Let it be a complete circus shit but
He is God acting. he is a prophet among the confessors
Down with the hats, the naked clown descends
A newfangled king to the people
Crowned with a thorns forehead cap
Unwittingly, God granted the prototype of the saint from icons
According to the new canon laws, your appearance is a throne
For the saints at stake
Whose forehead was not entirely cloth was wrapped in a rim
And shackled with an oak bump

In the old theaters of Samara, the central diocese
Transforms a performance with a timpani strike
Parade masquerade carnival
With a bloody fee in frames he blinked
Behind the poster lies, shouts of "bravo! Hurray!"
Talentless theatergoers raw play like poison
The hand in a hurry dug up the boomerang horn - it's time!
Rushed like a drunken mast like a ball flying shuttlecock
Mooing feverishly drags drummers knocking into a box
A maniac gear has come - hide!
Not a fool-lip, a bullet-fool, stooped chickens run from the theater
The culture of hack does not bode well
The circle of fortune dictates "do not think! Bank with a large sum"
Keeping the virginity of conception in secret
Planes from falling stone paper and tow
Humpbacked Karla a horde of boobies
In tight fucking shirts
My horror terror will disfigure the outline of Europe
Into a shapeless heap of curd hieroglyphs
The city of orphans is hard to get by
Stuck in spilled blood
Vendetta cut two bodies to the waist in water
How I wanted the torch of the newspaper to burn in the dark
I sang about fate, where is the chaos now
And brass knuckles eccentricity
I was rushing from the birches of the gods
With a face of pleasure in a splash of dreams
From the brain of the shards of the Pindos sailors
And with the Oscar of Oxford Philosophers

Mother don't worry, mother don't be afraid
I didn’t roll, didn’t prick
I just forgot to break free
Fought choked pissed on the ground
To the wall layouts in the snow exhibits
In screeching sets of stuffed patrol
I'm not greetings, I'm with a gun
Ashes to the wind in the sky the alarm played
Furious now Furious now Furious now

Throwing a bazooka in my bosom in a bag under the pounding of a pulse
Into the gloom of the mind absurd stupor bitch
Tongue as a vessel with brakes
Jesus over trash cans with belly
Science of three letters to the ax clientele
By the morning I am swimming in heaps of corpses
Mokruha the surgeon's idea
Tortuga artistic director the murderer of stupid dolls
The boring koblu was dealt with from the Durov troupe
Cracked on a stake the reinforcement stuck in the floor in a cube on a drawing board
Tucking the heel of the new moon inside of cast iron
The yoke pulled the fucking Buddha to shit
I didn’t think for a minute if I was in a bath
He is in an urn-outlet with a brass tambourine
Eve of puppet dooms