Текст песни КооперативништяК - Добро пожаловать в реальный мир

We'll show up at night
Between the mongrel and the wolf
Scattered across the living room
The elements are shards.
And the water is getting clearer
Snowflake stars are melting
I played in the psychosphere
You played the violin.
The sounds floated and floated
Weaved into an ornament
Slowly destroying
Monolithic foundation.
It was invented by the priests
At dawn hungover.
Through my eyes
Thoughts about the beyond.
Helium smelled foully
In the alchemical womb.
The peasants are grateful
Busty Minerva.
Thankful to Allah
Azathoth and Brama
One eyed sky
It cracked in my pocket.
And from the box a skull
Zenki stares corpsely.
Virgil is waiting
Sad, in a ghostly thicket.

How a beast he will howl
It will cry like a marten
Apparently yearning to get married
On a gloomy girl.
Who are you, where are you, why are you,
The clouds turned red.
Is it so imperceptible
What have you already eaten?
Feel our song
The orchestra pulls the blind man.
Mass goes on bland
The local church is cramped.
They ask for a trough of money
Hunger for health box
Longing to impress into eternity
Your horse holiday.
Looking for circuses and bread
Meat, gurias, vinischa,
Fresh blood of babies -
Isn't it heavenly food?
A barrel of boiled flesh
A mug of stinking mash
Little is needed for happiness
Rejoice, coprophages!
God stares indifferently
Into a world recklessly young
Tugging with a black claw
Harps are tight strings.
No music happened
Fog and slush came out
Exactly walk in a circle -
Do not jingle on cymbals.
At midnight when everything is quiet
Someone scratches under the heart
Can cut it
Sprinkle with red pepper?
Old humpback dwarf
Will come out, screeching fearfully.
Darkness tears apart with pain
The anus of my homeland.
Loud as genies
Dirty as souls
Join the crowd with Gauguin
Slice up their pig ears.
Roughly storms nature
My shadow, give me strength
Step over with dignity
The mind of your grave.

It's a pity no one will hear
Silent throat scales
I went through almost all the steps
But he never met Horus.
Only pieces of fog
Timid white pride
Circling in the last dance
Evaporating into another plane.
There, behind the mirror layer
The sirens are singing softly
Fairy tales come to life there
Ancestors rise from decay
In an inhuman cough
Dead Black Holes
Turned inside out
What seemed like the world.
Where nightmares live
The flutes whistle cynically
The drums beat loudly
As if someone is looking for someone.
There, as here - usually,
The essence does not change from the look,
Zealously hides the lamp
Alchemical world of Baghdad.
Briskly cuts lambs
The pink world of New York
On the port side - lumps,
Russia is on the starboard side.
And behind Israel,
Tears in the river of oblivion.
Europe roasts meat
Asia is eating cookies.
Crawling in orbit
Evil fungi from Yugott.
Work, pig snout
Even up to the seventh sweat
Nervously bear children
Trees grow, build barns
Was not and never will
No heaven for you.
So the summer flashed by.
I have become a stranger and old.
Black turned white
The giant has become small.
There is no doubt in me
There is no knowledge even more.
My poems rule
Natives of the other world.