Текст песни Містер Коржик - Срібне слово

The silver word of the poet
May kill a vampire
Which with envious teeth
A plebeian resident of industrial lanes
It is absorbed into the skin that is pink on the fingers
Serpank dancing ...
I hear
His anger
What a dark tungsten
Lights
Attacks
Unwanted guests, those travelers
Sidewalk oils
Which though did not get lost
However, they entered the zone
Alienation
Mass destruction
The Sport-Chanson Narrative
Seeds
The cheekbones
Beer
The pathos of the Butir echelons
The noise of the Lada and them
Recorders ...
Oh, your hatred
Limitless ???
And just as primitive
How fire-fighting
Rural house culture system
High castle walls
Between us

You are not the best
We are not worse

You are the others
We are the others

But this is not an occasion for new military action
But what do you do when the world is like that ...