Текст песни Пилот - Олигофрения

When the firebird tastes of blood, the wolves of the lamb will protect,

When the pigeon war breaks out, love will announce the payment,

When the dumb in a friendly choir open their mouths like fish

When crosses are stuck in your birthday cake instead of candles

The angels will open the script and shout loudly into the hall: “Motor!”

There are artists on the porch, where the name of God is terror!



All the round dances open, the song breaks out of the gate,

Waving and laughing the moron, imbecile and idiot!



On the foreheads of babies flare horns of hell.

Will sell the thief to the demons of the icon, consecrate the executioner's knife,

The blind leaders will be lost in the darkness among the crooked mirrors,



Millions will go to the slaughter for what no one knew.

Children embrace death, a demon will unleash a war,

For coppers and medals it will easily take your life!