Текст песни Внестудийное - в децких сказках

This is what seems to me: heavy decanters
Filled gray Colombian heroin ...
And in children's fairy tales lonely countess
Slim skin with sweat heroines.

At the branches of the linden, cartridges bloom,
Covarian noon takes shadows captured ...
And in children's fairy tales Puchglase matrons
The scurnts burn the faces of the frail Magdalen.

Little alarm clock with a cuckoo.
In the garden, five degrees of heat and rain mushroom ...
And in children's fairy tales chopped heads old women
And despise the hayfoshos and humus ...

Bubnovy Vnets are fed in the smokehouse.
Paralyzed convoy blowing in a dud ...
And in children's fairy tales endless summer,
And the heat of Martenovsky ovens Spirates the Spirit ...

Turning the switches, glasses on the land dropping,
Cortets are hushed like seeds, boot ...
And in children's fairy tales of premature josif
Pushes a long militant speech.

This is what seems to me: caring moms
In no case will not give birth to us.
Only injuries remain from children's fairy tales.
Much more pleasant knife impunity ...