Текст песни Хоронько-оркестр и Пятница - Сон

I look at one and the same dream
This is not seen Luc Besson
If he closed his eyes.
Sky as crumpled foil
Bright red snow
All colors are just for.

In place of the five-pointed star sun
Everyone is afraid of being late
The song would have time to finish singing.

All building systems
Hemorrhoid sufferers swarm
Tomb dig doyut
To be closer to the ground.

Well
Well Well Well Well
Well Well Well Well
Well Well Well Well

Repainted bucket
In our town
Lysergic porridge
Crying on our parade
For God's sake
Turn off the radioactive
We can
Even the breathing pores of the skin
If you tighten the noose tighter
Or seal their mouths

Reversed locked

Our great-great-ancestors
They left their mark
Copper coins
Overhead benefits
Santa Claustrophobia
Born in a cage
Bleed ellipsis
From morning till night I hack firewood
Wow! The ax head fell

Game o-ver!
Game o-ver!

Well
Well Well Well Well
Well Well Well Well
Well Well Well Well

How long have you been in the logging?
Trunks pylili, washed hands
Rivers of blood
Yes mustache, bushy eyebrows yes
Hooves, tails (yeah)

Fell crosses fires burning
We sang in chorus
But actually - sleeping
We were fired to
Higher and higher and higher
There were flames
The red banner over us
Red znamyayayaya!

Well
Well Well Well Well
Well Well Well Well
Well Well Well Well