Текст песни Радиопрофилакторий Боль - Хуйня в моей голове

Garbage in my head
Garbage in my head
Garbage in my head
As the fifth ace in the hole,
Like the wind in the tall grass,
Like stars in the night sky,
As the grandfather smile in his mustache,
As the water from the well drink,
As wild flower,
As a splash of trout in the pond,
As the cells in the spring honey
As the sound of the surf in the sink is empty
How to Trade a whore by a pussy,
As a laceration through patches,
How bloody bandages,
As the groans, and the stench of gangrene,
How to sew a soft tissue and veins,
As the attacks of pain and nausea,
As night drunk people-beasts,
As the funeral on Thursday morning
Like Hitler and Rosenberg,
Like all of my trash and filth,
As Vishnevsky ointment
As the smell of sweat and dirt,
As the highest authority of the sacred
Above me
And the blood and pus beneath me
Pig snout
And howl,
And in the battle,
And the window
Upside down.
And I'm a simple man
For their garbage in the head.