Текст песни Vertical Axis - Сто лет одиночества

And there will be healing bread
Like nothing, like an ellipsis.
And my good summer
Single-family
One thing.
Lips in a tube.
A thread in a needle.
Not zhist, but Sorochinskaya fair.
They loved Zaroruzlo, grieved with grief.
They threw up a burned-out spark.
They painted houses with drunken colors.
Called bumps, climbed into the body.
Wandered around the worlds, like lice on the back of the head.
Wandered triumphantly on unwashed glasses,
By strained minds
On scared bodies
On damp ceilings.
They fell out one after another like milk teeth.
Let out a spirit and a scream.
Bubbles in a firebox
In bulging pockets of wooden jackets.
Seething, mighty invincible by no one
It’s like burning the pots that the gods had burned.
And behind the skies lurked in the canopy,
Sledge
Sled,
Fairy tales,
Arabesques.
On the seventh day, he was FULL!
Let the sun bloom rapidly guts out
To the north, to the west, to the south, to the east.
Let it be suddenly!
Let it be unheard of!
Let straight from the throat!
Let right out of the mirror!
Ugly torn from under the skin
Wood-meat fibers!
My unauthorized absurd JOY!
Monstrous SPRING!