Текст песни Мутант Ъхвлам - Одухотворог

spirituality, mead, dolls

dilapidated dry hands stretched on top branch
sunset crimson corduroy pants baclofen
color man-swimmer then he athlete
quickly getting cold feet in the cement, you are easy to bid the price
type nowhere to go buff recruit
sculpt cheburek warming political correctness in the hole
better than guessing riddles to be so depressed
Atreides or Harkonnen Freeman
and premium temporary number in the seventh November passed
three minutes of internal rhythms curved whipped
athletes with bits of street does not sleep
students of art schools are bush walking
and put in the bag all goes according to plan well
swim into the pot came in one big soup
and yet this itch is not growing wisdom tooth
dirty thoughts gnaw

spirituality, mead, dolls

and you would be well-known artists to the crypt
stare walk along the walls
she will notice it, the nerves, eyes slid titles
other worlds and we do not pioneers here
on a firm no yes yes shaky
embankment and where the manner of an accordion-beard
and then remember where tearing of the bright images and scribbles
who is not me flying squirrel another mouthfuls
smoky in the kingdom of insomnia
and you can not be young forever
if not e * wb schoolgirls. but it is necessary to let go of the idea
everything that you have written once quiet usnom in cypresses
and now as is the export of hoarse singing with a guitar
loonies this nonsense please
settle down to where the wind
southern
taiga and thrash your name as a fighting machine
Katyusha
Wow