Текст песни Мутант Ъхвлам - Никитомихалков-Сок

twelve pins on the verse
sleepwalker fell on its side
Muammar blow caught
param-pam-pam
on the way to the Necropolis us snail stamped
wagon with sewage
volley fire engulfed candles

colored wires, counted - eleven
pull - check the level in the old dog
counted, lost
not throwing the ridge on the fest efes pilsener
together we are a force to take root in doses
that there was then too late to massage whiskey
deep down you frisky outside gloomy and depressive
sliced ​​sausage and salad winter
disdain for us there, it's time to merge

ten hair lacquer packed
chic gloss shine and jeans pin
Stop tent with hidden pocket & quot; amoneda & quot;
formally QS & quot; on-ladv Adukov Tirta & quot;

nine similar words but different meanings
cherry-colored horizon in the desert swing
rotting skull alone worms
silhouettes outlined the light in the evening silence
Tell me what you're under and the nevrostenik
it's worth tantrums already conceals and Stele snow
I got lost in the spring

revived dogmas binding
you zhidovny long flight and up
cosmodrome roar shackles Sandman
welcome resumed
eight chills fever it
seed reset Uncle Simon viciously

Seven lucky you today
their knees grated
you honey-beer mustache flows
not obvious but probably for urea was mint
not composed labels popriyatnee
in drapes flattened Chvanov
But the book is not honored
Post Office issued
light bulb burnt out
all you junkies would be funny game
and file down the corners to wind ropes
sleep, Davie lybu, okay? suddenly shall stretch where it is necessary

six faces of the glass was enough & quot; Bacardi & quot;
show me on the map route
already taking off my pulse
what is the use?
Take a microphone for sing
here and there, do not be afraid poison

and now there are six instead of five
in doorways soul expire
insane savage wearing a tie found where the ticket office
he said povadyr give you four

four walls of an old story
table at the front pocket is empty
as hvlam mutant went there
do not believe me? See asshole
by wires melted glass autumn
I still did not give up

number three on the submarine, he earned a year
Euphrates flood filled the sill of God
doctor examined and then dealt a death on the tip
Hammer knife sharpening to more so for the count
Law of the night do not hide away the spear Father
We next come iodine hlebnёm

you have only two buttocks worthless
birds clucked
Lieutenant Galitsin was in the creek coalition
tortuous yard any minority
Do not know any

One last word -
let there be two demand
wagons should be faster relsovat
April and you're a night owl or a sparrow
draw a companion and talk to him
burn herself on Sundays not be shy to go crazy
let it be another day
let no more winters