Текст песни мода на небо - 94

fat gypsies in 94th
declared from the prints on the walls doomed
our whole world to the worst death
Chernobyl is a flower still re-read the Bible
their golden teeth did not glow yellow
but the impression was still generally heavy
I went to school and went from school
and looked at those teeth that did not shine yellow
they blackened on a crumpled xerox sheet
glued on a ball of plasticine to the wall
they are like in the movie "It" by the killer clown
wanted to eagerly develop in my direction
and in invisible Russian with a shakalim accent
they predicted something terrible for all of us
Shaquille O'Neal's death in the NBA Super Cup
or the hijacking of daddy's car by some bulls

panic-chaos
distraction-destroy
no more weekdays there is one day off

panic-chaos
distraction-destroy
one million year long weekend

...

unbelievable but school is over yet
and memory shed its skin like a snake
but these pictures remain alive in our memory
they lie deep as if in the soil of a larva
strange thoughts sprout from them
I'm even sorry now that evil plans are stuck
that the end of the world is canceled and that life is successful
more and more every second for those who have a normal haircut
who lives normally under any president
and who like a rat can build a nest even in cement
to all those who are full of faith in the career pyramid
hipstersmanagers gentlemen officers
I would like the prophecy to become stronger
and a guillotine wave caressed your neck
softer than pikachu pajamas collar
I want to see the end of the world I really want
to be squeezed like lime in bullet time
into one big cocktail of skyscrapers and palm trees
from business centers and gay bars, churches and kindergartens
from scary childhood dreams unlocked by someone ...