Текст песни Кооператив Ништяк - Галерея

Evening drunk, like a skull of the bride,
The evening brazenly was cut by the wind,
This is an acute form of illness,
This is a mental summer.

From penguin sticky fat,
The captain sculpts the vulgar things,
And monks to the tops of the Pamirs
Stretch awesome handles.

And instead of the day, shower comes,
Like tears, burnt happiness,
In the Gallery of White Stone
Spiders will bury sleeping.

Turkeys on the graves go,
And beolate the sprouts of cypresses.
We like dwarfs along the road,
We are like meat eating rats.

And instead of the day, shower comes,
All from your hair color woven,
To the white stone gallery
Swim our souls boats.