Текст песни Псой Короленко - припев 2 раза

Chorus twice
Chorus twice
Nahua me that sex is?
I bite into the body of the text.
Culture - a palimpsest,
One posrёt - another eat.

Rise up early in the morning
On Heidegger dick Potro.
And then I go RSR,
Sёrlem erase your ass.

I am a wife - and you Bataille,
Most of the hell I missed.
All paint and Guattari,
All hell for me snapped.
I - Bataille, and you - Lacan,
Come soon to dance the cancan.

Remember Freud -
He was a Jew, yes?
Losev -
He is a philosopher?

Podoroga, Podoroga,
You fuck for me to touch it.
Imagine that I - Bataille,
And for fuck me grab.

Like Drolet eight holes,
She fucks the whole world.
And in the other two holes -
Virtual worlds.

In milёnka wise view
He was wiser than all Derrida
We sent Derrida
It boiled mude.

Fassbinder was walking on the street
On dick spit cylinder
But the meeting went Celine -
Bring more Vaseline.

Once Ryklin suddenly burped -
I got someone in the ass.
He picked up his rod
And fucked unfortunate drunkard.