Текст песни Кооператив Ништяк - Космогония

Winter will blow me to the sky with the wind
There Yuri Gagarin's cheerful spirit
Sneaking through a hole in the clouds
And shoots at the planes from a blaster
But never shoot them
And my soul will turn into a swastika.

In the frosty earth they sleep like gods, beetles
They dream of green Dutch tobacco.
Enemies surround us with a dense ring
They are unbearable that we are already classics
We were alone in this world
And our souls will shine like swastikas.

We don't have cabbage, you don't have beans
Archangels heads spinning in space
And the past is just a play on our words
And we revive them with the power of the galaxy,
And cutting through the granite of the clouds
Our souls spin like black swastikas.