Текст песни ХВОЯ - Карланодетектор

I stick books in my brain, fill up my glossary again
But the words sadness are, alas, in the pollen of Lossar flowers.
You know, your idol sings for Russia, and pays the kryvozars
As a child, he wanted to become a pirate - the image of a corsair was close.
The world is rotten, they knock on the door with their boots, yours, who is Aunt Sarah.
Yes, electricians came from MG, will you answer for the market?
The singers about the black commissioners are clearer to you.
For homeless football and for a ridge with a zagy.
You’ll break your forehead until you get there, idiots
Arguments about Nazism and the chock, talk at work.
I would turn half of the movement back into a zygote,
And they would rejoice, they say a zygote means cool.
Everybody pisses on the internet - everything is fashionable and muddy,
I prefer to abstract myself from this turbidity.
Orthodox people in May receive communion with methyl,
Russian spring from the morgue to the cemetery to the grave.