Текст песни Леха Бугай - Пост-Битард

Grease bulls, all throw in the package
For budget smoke. There is no truth in the world
Khaip as a currency, everyone will be famous
Money is needed to live and delight

Behind the window of the thunderstorm. People at the plant
So they ordered a kuklovod from the sky
Utopia in Real banned cities
Porn and Donatas send wires

And I have a heart and conscience without advice
Not a feature, but only an undelated bug
I sing to you on rust strings
Doors are open. I'm post-batistry

Low soul lines are lying
Homeless with an entrance, animeter from the wilderness
Brains are welded in Memes and Andager
From the shadow there was a datarid

I'm alone, but there are no others here
We are all like that. And I scream you - respect!
Welcome, I'm of course you are glad.
And you are the same. Post batistry.

Exhaled in the window. Look up.
Stars far. But it's not a sin!
Words are not sparrow, but dissolved as smoke
Think about love, but again you will stay alone.

Books and chaps. Games and movies.
We are tired of our real world for a long time.
At any time ready to rear and sink
We are unable to change something and change

And I sing here, not dreaming to glorify
I drink for health and post-bard
Those who do not know - let me introduce
Doors are open. I am post batiest