Текст песни Dicks From Hill - Tangibility

Born in Pasky Russian Realities
In the center of the Colony of Siberian Khama
Growing creatures like mushrooms on feces
With the consciousness of a rabid wild dog

Forgotten hopes about choosing a caste
Hope did not smell it initially at all
The path is only one - integration, cluster.
No one will ask for a question why

I have a creature, then I exist
In such a surrounding where everything is solved
How to live, wearing clothes what
My preferences are not all equal

I broke like a person I am very fast
I confess, I broke anything
My personal thoughts program hung
My surroundings took everything