Текст песни Поляк - Слизь

Fled along the gloomy alley,
And somewhere from behind, in the embroidery
Candle burned on the table,
And the table burned, and indeed
Everything burned.

February poisoned alcohol,
Get ink and fuck!
Oh, how to split the universal grief
This indoor poet -
That's about to die.

And flies more than a thick mucus
My tragic blurred snotes.
What is inevitable, if you live on the fuck,
And the fastest
And that's right.

The swamps are revealed again,
And there is no fodder nor the bridge
Oh, would not get bogged down freedom
Smile like a child
And not called.

Above the burnt horizon
Aleet gentle grin.
Alley ended the swamp
Mind tel and cooled
Burned everything.

But it will make a thick mucus more
Such here are heartbreaking snots.
What is inevitable, if you live on the fuck,
And the fastest
And that's right.