Текст песни Крик сыча - Электрический обряд

Again dirty dishes in the bathroom,
No matter how difficult it was, I'm coming with her.
And I drag a dirty toaster on a leash
We are ateing together in this river

The body is dirty, but my soul is dirty
I am ready to become part of the electric circuits
Execution of bodily cleansing
Wait for me to the gates of Paradise I will ascend to the sky

* * *
Electric discharge by passing through the veins
I have never been so sure of myself
Plunging into the bath, the heart beats like a motor
I will now include a household appliance in a socket

I came to wash the dishes, but I'll wash myself
From the inside I will be clean, I will make my slop
Close short eyes burn
I made an electric ceremony
* * *
The death report in the bathroom is trumpeted
And about the club of suicides there they say something
Cleansing propaganda is just stupid
But throughout the country, corpses are found in dirty baths

Toster swims in water, and at the bottom dishes
who is cleaned who is not, who will judge whom
who screams remain and do not die
Someone takes the turn to the gate to the heaven

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