Текст песни Фаюмский Бородач - Как мы с братюней отпиздили Юнга

As long as the Tradition is alive, our club is always open,
If you have a beard in your soul - come to us, neophyte!

Ananda will pour vodka, Fridtjof will sing with a guitar
On the post-Freudian love of Deleuze and Guattari.

We have the best parties, as Golovin bequeathed
Imagineer mode will switch MC Douguine.

The brother in Saturnalia was detained once in the bullpen,
And the goats squeezed out a volume of Evola there.

Gopar, who wrung out, wrote the book "Eon" himself.
In words, he is a psyche, in life a fag and a condom.

His dad was a fucking doctor
And he sucked his cigar so hard that he got cancer.

Fayumsky Beardach will not leave a brother in kenom -
We caught that freak in the area once.

Carlusha Jung was with his six-drunk,
Olezhik-sodomite, counter-initiate and huckster.

Two gopars were walking from a psychoanalytic booze
Jung had two dried rams in his hands.

There were two of us in a binary opposition:
Two fags for Modern, my brother and I for Tradition.

When Dolphins move, they are dangerous underfishes.
Olezhik began to piss and call his brother Marsy.

I looked at him and said without deceit:
Along the way, we discovered the Ueban archetype.

The Qlippoth has nothing to do with it, nor does the Sephiroth -
If you are Oleg Telemsky, you take Jung's mouth.

Tradition discourages homosexuality and psychoanalism.
Petukhov otpizdiv, I threw them into the 93rd channel.

Jung is a loser, Fayumsky Beardach is a fierce wine.
We drowned the fagots in the psychology of the depths.