Текст песни Три Пидора - Горы

Heaving mounds,
Mountain lust of the flesh,
No corners,
In this geometrical note.

Sizzling pink glow,
The eyes of the sacred eye,
And heal the renunciation
From hundreds of heavy phrases.

When you inhale these mountains
Obscures the horizon,
Exhale - and open pores
Jets of red sweat.

But there comes a time,
When the spiders come,
They lay down the burden,
Compress the mountains into fists.

Disfiguring figures
Natural beauty
Removed all skins,
As a thin layer of foil.

And rdyanye tops,
Las Vegas burn
On them, as on a pillow,
Two pauchischa sleep.