Текст песни Буржуазная агрессия - Звезда по имени Бездна

White pilaf, gray mayonnaise
On a cracked plate
Empire patchwork on it
Legion in Raska noose

And clouds float over the city
Closing Anton's cheeks
And over the city black smoke
The city is two thousand years old
Living under the light of a star called the Abyss

And two thousand years of restoration -
Plums for no particular reason
Plums are the work of the young
A cure for memes

Red-red ketchup
An hour later, it's just land

In two on it malavia and a glass
She's alive again in three
And warmed by the rays of a star called the Abyss

And we know it's always been this way
That fate was more loved, -
Who lives by the laws of others,
And who should squeeze Anton's cheeks

He does not remember the words "Open up" and the words "Gone."
He does not remember any ranks or names
And is able to reach the depth of thought
Except that this is a dream
And fall scorched by a star named Abyss