Текст песни Мутант Ъхвлам - Просто берешь всю боль и направляешь в кисть

Padre Zhukov PU Dream

Just you take all the pain and sent to the brush
drawing first sheet put or render large strokes
they will give the amount of your love
and if any is that the canvas window will open in the forest
in which many secret places and roar unknown in crowns
beyond the horizon of the city funeral dick with him in the maelstrom let go
as someone's dumb idea based on fear of hundreds of thousands of clones
where the word hurts stronger bullets and punching objective mutates into Schizophasia chain
People opium cold-blooded animals
creeping into the concrete catacombs conventions
and slippery walls intrauterine uёbische
I like zheltooky wolf look from the abyss
mailbox walled entrances
the same god-microbe that kills all
he gradually eating a sudden in his own way
as long as the cycle will not be closed
not seen castles in the clouds did not show us how to live there
so we will be here with mutants

Drunk oracle said, I'll be rich
let rolls, put on zero Uritu ZILok
the courts will not ask what kind of syrup only be taken
I realized today is inevitable
came out on the balcony took off his clothes
which hung down Panton above this
and the Ponte chop and hastily dressed
about us not sing but Peha skiing where to go
you too much baby crying
poured out your soul saddle pony
you release its dolphins and they shit in your sea
so deeply as not dived Cousteau
Games played Moriarty dice on the table
let them put away and we will cover
in the jaws of a huge sadness
they postrigut a demigod
and die on the floor sideways while you are in one well of a player
sloping meadow distant hillside green log
there will be but words and jokes
there remained other brochures
and you take it and I'll hold this fuss tinsel and the old noise

This inevitably on the west coast look back less
in Skvoreshniki on a branch moved in Udmurt
rain poured muddy trams came neither
Lilliputians in horologe sweating
boomerang effect since died
back and forth dressed neatly hidden in the dark
trams came neither
Library plexus cooked on the stove
Magnitogorsk Iron Foundry decisive Newsletter
lishaynyh cat rubs against the foot-path to the patient
gray sky thorn played plywood
Balmont and you read about it was crap
rest bearable Archpriest Pimonov spilled beer was sticky
Lolita-clips and I dumal- & quot; we just could & quot;
we also could