Текст песни Штрафной Батальон Эволюции - Еретик

The world under the moon shines novelty -
It is not true to the precepts of death:
Poets and singers executed treasury ...
And everyone, of course, eager to be a poet!
And so the creator is tormented by fasting,
Cooking yell awful loud glodky,
He is ready to become a huge mouth,
To have all seen the size of the throat ...

Pipe, pipes, pipe,
Whistle in the hands of a slave,
And my verse and the verse was dead ...
I have a name - a heretic.

The purse is not empty claws scraping,
Buy me - what could be more absurd!
I say - you just love bread,
I'm stupid and know nothing about bread.
I'm exactly the thief, leave the underground hole,
And all the guards can opassatsya,
My eyes - without age, my age - no eyes,
I do not give to touch yourself!

There will not be a smooth sleep -
Your entire auction
Torments dimensional tic ...
I have a name - a heretic.

Well, poetry jam-filled
Pockets and stomachs appreciate it;
Luna gaping at the sky with a hammer,
And the stars are put up on the stage,

But it does not matter -
After all I have for you a star,
I'm angry and wild ...
I have a name - a heretic.

CAM, 11.10.1998 Mr.