Текст песни Лев Лосев - Фуко

FUKO

I once attended a lecture by Foucault.
I was sitting not far from the stage.
He looked at the impudent freak.
I could not understand: where does that come from?

What's on the other side of good and evil
so sucked in dolichocephalus?
Lover quit? Baba did not give?
Mom in childhood did not kiss?

Foucault was bald like a billiard ball
not only the forehead, but somehow bald all over.
He, gutting history, decided
her riddles are only frenzied

violence and lust for power. I
Suddenly he made a noise: Fu, what a dirty trick!
Foucault could not laugh and cry,
and in life he did not understand a damn thing.

How low is everything that aims high
nudged, nudged oblong skull.
Then the rotten disease crept through
Foucault's anal opening.

Foucault, the learned idiot died
(idiot savant), he was killed by a virus.
The story did not stop
and asks new riddles.