Текст песни макулатура - анатомия труса

My mom gently kissed me
and read the Bible at night instead of fairy tales
I wanted to see her naked repent
cried over the fate of the expelled Cain

hardly tearned from mom dresses
I did not love children and educators
Raisa Evgenievna once broke my lip me
Vitya Karpov Mokal in a snowdrift on each walk

then school first toilet in which dipped
every year marathon humiliates to live until June
do not go out of class not to show fear
Summer Cottage Encyclopedia in sixteen volumes

At the Institute, it became easier to live and studied
With a teacher of antiquity lost innocence
Postgraduate Studies Candidate Orgia at the Department
I am an adult for me forty screaming my mother

Institute my fortress here and die I
imperceptibly reached the finish line
Knowledge of languages ​​intelligence under one hundred forty
Several important work on the sexuality of Gogol

buried into the grave but I lived worthy
fought with ignorance was in his own way warrior
MEMUARS MEMUMARS AREMIBLED EMPROVED
Their publishers called "anatomy of a coward"

I am an intellectual I intellectual
Liquid shit flows in my veins
despise the regime quiet and permanently
Thomas Mann and Pruns strengthen my faith

Someone warrior, someone sage or devotee
And I interled the sexual body replaced the book
passions there are no yes and what kind of pro
All fussing all flows into the sewer stock

In my youth, I wanted to become a hero even joined
in some movement fight struggling
against the system against old cretins
who need only the power of dirty money

organized a rally in his apartment
Having hung the black flag from the window and leaflets threw
in the window that hurried to slam
scrolling in her pidaras so you all died

Politsa came to me offered cooperation
I signed paper and jumped the church
Now I am a journalist in the program on television
I tell how to understand policies

Found among his colleagues and with her after dinner
The start of the child months flew as a second
Baby will be a Russian scout so I decided
shaking him in her arms he was heavy ridiculous

While I came up with the name he was crying suddenly
enough with me humiliation decided i
Oh, you are Nida Traitor, and, remembering my past,
I crumpled him in my hands and threw the window as a leaflet

I am an intellectual I intellectual
Liquid shit flows in my veins
I do not like vulgar and in the power of loafers
But Nikita Mikhalkov adore since childhood