Текст песни Мутант Ъхвлам - Mazня

Holes on the walls gape
Ardent fans of zig hid in their socks
Your sundress and lens.
Hey, get up! Who's on the True Style?
Old woman
And in small pieces in cabbage
Crumpled
But he did not give parting words, and you will be with her among the tranquility
Where there are no middle ground.
Come and sing, you will not go out, du hast mich!
Hustle in a polka dot tie
But is this your ford, familiar, or pale pond?
Johnny be good, but they won't bake cakes for you
Torque, mother, in the cockroach darkness
Witch's preparations, give-give and that's right
I passed Dahl's dictionary to waste paper
Fix a late grin
Dragged you with a flashlight
Scattered across the cities
It's time to become fat
Why are you red-eyed, blackbirds?
Developed by two-thirds fingers
I will be the third. Come out - let's burn.

Look at you: there is a bruise under the eye
The voices are hoarse, even though I took the seeds myself
Sniffed ammonia. Thank you family
For peat, for doors
Heard through the back op
And screams
Orbit took on the guise of sorrow
He brought up a complex of ritual services
Necropolis
Didn't your corpses burst?
I'll wipe my elbows in the preparatory room
Electrocute the cat
Nebraska - northern state
Arseny holds Kronstadt
Loves calipers, national genocide
The motorcycle quieted down
Mutually gave the ends
Was carried into the scrap
The type who coined the word "plankton" and "paddle"
And you were always lucky to spite
To voiced porno for everyday anger
Deliberately flow sweat, line, flow, bottom
What did the brother do
Nanyukhan even bend his nose,
but rightly driven
They will wink, smear the vile
And with permission I will shut up