Текст песни НАПП ИнфраЩель - Петля микстуры

Removing with dead cotton
Kalachi from the patient
The doctor cooked waffles with tweezers
And laughed breathlessly
There is such a profession
Torment with a wet towel
Hit the thighs with a wet cloth
And laugh with breathlessness

In the isolation ward of the scandal
Peel jaws brackets
Flies lick the blanket
And they babble incomprehensibly
Whatman, drawing board and designer:
"Who left these stains
It still remains a secret! "

The doctor glued the nanny with that business
Invited her to marry
Have lunch at a restaurant
Well, sleep then too
But she stood to her death
Didn't give up didn't give
I made links to a cold
And I sneezed for everything

And the bracket, as luck would have it
The rind broke the corner
And caused this breakdown
Only hate for each other
Mock the sick
Simple and easy
You don't need to waste your energy with him
Even if it's not fair, so what?

Nanny, lying on the couch,
Stroked the doctor's stubble
Hoping to keep everything a secret -
Everything that was between them
But aesculapius in a white robe
I was in my thoughts for a long time with another
He copulated boldly
With a young nurse

The peel shook my shoulders
Cried, screamed, howled
But the bracket didn't answer her
And looked out the window sadly
The fly sucked the dust modestly
Whatman twisted wheezing
Kuhlman cut tomatoes
And the designer didn't eat them

Nanny grabbed the peel
Threw it into the bucket
I twisted the loop from the sheet
And climbed onto the window
Flies scattered with zhuzh
The pulse pounded in the carotid vein
The nanny overcame the horror
And hung on a bracket

The doctor did not cry, did not pray
He did not shout: "All women are fools!"
He just took and shot himself
After drinking forty grams of potion