Текст песни Бард Волосатый Али - Потоп

Step into the abyss
From the roof of the house
Where he was born
Another child
Could not
Find the cause
To live

This world
Iskorёzhen
And swim
You do not have to
River usopla
Tripe
On the skin

Great
Sludge
Imply
Roads
Minute
Goreme
In a glass
Vodka

An empty stomach
Leaky boats
Moaning in pain
Empty hands
Prophet

There Will Be
Crown of thorns
If the wine
Rancid
That and the stench of the mouth
Gray rat
Shits
Bubonic Plague
It should be
Letter of the law

Disfiguring
The newborn
Tyrant growing
Tumor
Goon

Talent
Alive
Buried
Barely breathing
Half-dead

Believes
Is Ill
And Requests
A Simple
Spit
His face

Eye Drops
With eyes
Obotrёt
Blind
White light
That was filed
On the table
Guzzles
The military junta
And it hegemon
He
Are Often
Shouted
That he
God!

But this time,
Someone else
All at once
Has Given
Shelter and rest
And he navlёk
The Big
The Flood
And now
This world
Flooded

Loneliness
And love
For ages
And for anyone!

Like This
Swim
Where do you want
Child
Among
Endless waters
No
Night or day
Barely audible
There is your raft
Neither legends
No music
No poems
Only trash
Cities
On the bottom
Ingloriously
Whines about
The human race
What so
The Sun
Zevnёt
In anguish

Children morning
Red Balloon
Burst
And flew
White Stone
In the glass
Cracked ice
Again
Launched
Cycle

Dream and reality
Good and evil
Autumn comes
And wake up house
Warm wind
Whirlpool
Already bears

Withered flowers
At the cemetery
Herbaria apartments
And whisper
Burn away
In shame
Erubescent
Foliage
Sings
Universal
Immortality