Текст песни Пьяный Мефистофель - Блины на лопате

Change the direction of parallel lines
Oblivion of the ciphertext path
Persecution of Church Names
Escape from Seated on the Top of Everest

Risen from a mosquito bite
Closed a can of slave hopes
But the stupid idea has lost its taste
The decaying man has passed a new frontier

Aaaaaaaaaa
And you need blasphemy?
Aaaaaaaaaa
Pancakes on the shovel!
Aaaaaaaaaa
Oh how beautiful
Oh fuck
Inside is my grave!

Stuck forever in a coal mine
Every morning blackens the face
Killed by a satisfied start judge
Passed among the fans as an ugly scoundrel

I don’t remember what happened tomorrow
I'll never know what will happen yesterday
This is what people call “truth”
This is what people call the “game”

Aaaaaaaaaa
And you need blasphemy?
Aaaaaaaaaa
Pancakes on the shovel!
Aaaaaaaaaa
Oh how beautiful
Oh fuck
Inside is my grave!