Текст песни тема креста - Год распада СССР

year of the Soviet collapse,
Freddie Mercury's death year of King Olav V of Norway
and Klaus Kinski,
my birth - not the starting point
not the first level of the game
not taken the first chapter of the novel
vaccination against hepatitis B pertussis and mumps -
that is the real beginning
Work on the bugs
ban
go out
outside the court
warden -
in the third-floor window,
thin face, a handkerchief and a bathrobe. sky in the clouds,
wick of clogged prancing in a corner
between the curb and asphalt poplar fluff
emits smoke
I turn around - the yard on fire
fear and reluctance to return home
first awareness - we all die
elders in the yard laughing - I do not laughing.
seniors on the court structure of my personality
putting into the mouth of knowledge on Pythagorean pants
precisely stitched to the Lord God
in all directions exactly made for
 
by the time I am able to interpret their thoughts verbally
and move in space on his knees
but I still feel like the Swedes at Poltava in the broken 709
this feeling fades after gaining my writing skills
drunken Boris screen absurdist famously sets the direction of my creativity
the second Chechen war sounded natural
first orgasm under the veil
please call the pig fat
before he should not be afraid of death
first nightmare - the god of the gourmet eater
eat my mother for lunch
eat my mother
Breakfast - black bread with sunflower oil
man corpse hidden in a barrel with kvass
jokes about kvass with dead by a fag
ornate aversion
on the day of issue of Chernobyl I buy ice cream
stacked behind the numbers in notebooks
the right side of a roadside restaurant
left chase bald frowning and moonshine
children cellars discuss Done
fly without wings
and this year hate al Qaeda to caricatures of the Prophet
year of the death of the King of Saudi Arabia Abdullah of Saudi Arabia
Russian aircraft bombed a igil
I do not know about the importance of the film Back to the Future 2
I am going somewhere with fellow travelers while playing in a word
true
no hepatitis or whooping cough or mumps
neither friends nor money nor work
neither deity nor inspiration there is no life and no tears of love
this year I was very thin
will have to take in pants