Текст песни Мутант Ъхвлам - Супа-сок

soup, juice

alcohol mingled with the rain on the pavement
sleeps step by step is the inhabitant
but it will bring down the Volga - so easy
pyogenic brain dump pieces
He reached into his warm meat grinder
snot flowing through fingers
special texture neon pink stink
piebald better bay
Million scarlet roses
alla rose from the grave patted hall
seal crumbles tormented nerve bitch
but I have a mug with all the shake
all with emotion worm crawled out of shnobelem
fresh air Chernobyl
politely suggested manure shit nasvay
I did not live longer years in a house on stilts twenty
spitting bacteria shuddering
puke hysterically in bed with the kids
their cry biting bread Borodino
caraway mind eclipsed Ruslan
Lyudmila sent carriage
and you have a flowing mustache
lick the cat with hairs sir
in my head exploded and he died
died

ate toy terrier bitch that you brain spud
her snotty squeals tastier than the cereals and even better
Bone folded in pots betrayed our regiment
And that's not all massaraksh
for that you waste no fights and lazhi
forced to wipe the puddle on the floor below that
forget and change band on adultery but not blyuy
Nestor is here kills brides weight
eu-eu-eu-e Zai eat eat
ailing world rushes buhoy neighbor treats me
steal and kill people my mother did not nakrichit
slipping out of your fingers closer to the world of the night

I am lying on the couch ...

slipping through fingers
you are the official fiction
flows away along the walls one day I will leave it permanently
Cover, sheet limit
talk about your memoirs
if you like that stick
on fucking footage bare facts
Watson elementary from the market to the boutique
from the fingertips nose escapes
He touched to the back of the neck vertebrae to bite
tears flowed so thought demolished
where my chair
so tolerably damp overgrown throat
We landed by ardent disputes drunken bosot
and bayan posts Do you understand
equally divided whether all these people who
stacks formed loving
I better here wali.

slipping through the fingers narrow corridor web
easily be parachuted but did not fly
somehow trains planes like birds on nests
Fire is another rehearsal and while one soldier in the field fight
second vzdremnet sword wake Omsk or Petrograd
when you stop this useless nonsense
Bring me a coach and I leave

I am lying on the couch ...