Текст песни Поцелуй Бомжа - Голубцы 3.14

Glacial spray stains
In the depths of rock
With the creation of Nature
Hide their clever recipe:

Clean the moon, young,
My arms overhead
And leaves custard
Parse ball cabbage.

Chop the meat of the indigenous
Of the world,
Add a thick lump
Eagerly moistened bread.

Pepper with coveted fear
Replace the star dust,
And one heavy flick
Wrap the sky.

Nearing the final dinner,
Gas bouillon thoughts circling,
Stew in a pool of sour cream
Spicy-sharp tail of a comet.

Smoldering hot plasma
It causes tremors and spasms,
But safe saucepan
Bubble drop light.

Rice grains nervously dancing,
Ragged tomatoes waving,
Jets of steam nostrils knit,
Knife glitters nemoyu steel.

Space in the throes of bipolar
Craves regular servings,
And in the depths of the singular
It smells of burning vegetable.

All meaningful glances
Silyatsya behold outfits
Lush cabbage galaxy
The galactic portrait.

The solution was a pale echo
Their prayers are unanswered,
And in the womb of the interplanetary
Rumbled a hungry wind.

Life - like a bone in crude cutlet,
As the chicken's beak in the omelet.
Everyone - a guest in this world,
Soft-boiled corpse of a prisoner.

Silenced voices and the clatter,
Subside shots and whisper,
Will finish grim experience
The stuffed universe.