Текст песни Василий К - Диалог с головой

Dialogue with the head

Head that has lost its body
Where are your clear-eyed meetings
Where are your one-armed brothers
Where are your noble shoulders
Tell you what Kafka told you
In the predawn fog, swearing
Tell me about space battles
And about copulations of galaxies

This is a very annoying affair
Find yourself hanging in space
And don't run on glass and walls
And don't touch the singing stones
They told me all sorts of things
About sparkling blades in the sky
Hot footprints on the steps
And about the redhead sassy Irish

Do you really not understand
You just need to talk about love
For everyone to be pleased
To make letters shine like stars
I ask with a dark addiction
On the verge of boiling anger
Why does Franz stick out like that?
An unfinished nail is like

I was at Rammstein yesterday
And so I got very wet
If I'm sneezing now
I'll jump funny and awkward
According to the canons of behaviorism
My macam is a pre-dawn property
And the composers of the last century
Surpass you all in fucking

You stupid stupid organ
And in your words there is no wisdom
And don't fancy yourself a bird
And don't flap your ears in the wind
Answer me like a pope
Which is not worth writing about
Except if it's on fire
What the chilling Kafka said
Cursing through yellow teeth

Comb me and wash me
And smear me with grease
To have more whistle
To keep my saga long
And I live in split pipes
And after seven is always at home
As for your Kafka
I'm sorry I'm not familiar with him