Текст песни Поляк - Не более чем мясо

With a sluggish bouquet, stinking of infection,
With a big smile, progress steps
And flushes down the smelly mouth of the toilet
Remains of brains and pieces of hearts.

From year to year, from dust to dust ...
See how they wither before our eyes
Good feelings, pure mind.
Everything that the sheep's temper dictates:
Rip off your skin, hang in the closet
And be nothing more than meat.

Mysterious space, interstellar distance
The human soul reflected in itself.
But forgive us, Yura, we fucked everything up:
And space, and stars, and themselves.

Playfully wagged the comet's tails
Devouring panicking cities
Archangel Gavryusha trumpeted the end of the world,
Elephants were burning, water was boiling ...