Текст песни Гражданская Оборона - В начале было слово

How a log was carried on seven horses
Through the eye of the needle, yes beyond
wormy lands
For sleeping pills, for wandering dry forests,
For dense villages, for acid blind rains,
For mushroom waterfalls, for bottomless wilderness fields
For the friable mountains, for the squealing smelly mouths,
On the boardwalk, on the alarm
fussy foliage
By underground passages, by rooted
pimple cheeks.

In the beginning was the word.
In the beginning was the word.
All the words are fucked up!