Текст песни Михаил Колоземцев - Невангелие

The gospel

Stringing hay on tricyria instead of pitchforks,
Livestock and psalms lured cattle into stalls.
Your point of view is an eternal stone in a strange garden,
Scatter your gaze, sprinkle your ardor
Water from the holy pools ...

They handed over plastic and cellophane to glass containers,
Everything that is damp and moldy is called raw materials here,
Dope mind newfound organic dope,
In death agony, the essence merged with him, dissolving in him ...
The ringer hanged himself on the bell tower, swayed and beat the alarm.

New Igor wandered around the yards, collecting tribute
For the third time. God loves the trinity, but the people are not very.
He was torn last and his tear
All sorts of fourth others were taken to souvenirs.
And everyone remembers that day, although no one saw it firsthand.

And I was there - I drank blood, chewed joints,
I watched the sun go away beautifully, on a tour ...
Where every third in the pack is a plague hungry movieocephalus,
Share my fate with me!