Текст песни МашнинБэнд - Мухи

FLIES

Stains on the walls - all that remains of the flies
Killed by heavy paper.
Do not buy off the trees
Gold
From the merciless winter.

I ponadelat fatty bouquets
Wipe your hands on your hair, and soon
Snow falls, and will come out to the streets
Round fools - snowmen.

The joy of pure bovine heart
Overwhelms saliva
Cleft palate.
Late to go back down -
Did not say hello,
Not be good.

City abandoned children and rats,
City founded in undefeated pawnshop.
Let the bard will die last -
Skull moon remain bald.

Without, ten lives
Sea noise in the membrane unheard of fish.
Do not see chelovechische-blocks,
But enough of sand and gravel.

Up to their elbows in nails
Prevent violent love to do.
Put the bucket to the head
Mortally sad old devil.

From proedennyh money
Metallic taste in the mouth.
I'll put myself in the mat
And hang on the wall by the scruff.

Morning came, rail track
Swept first, Let mum.
Today is clearly not the month of May,
Today - the day scrubbing cats.

15/08/1999