Текст песни Вяча - Нехороший Разговор

Non-good conversation
(Muses and cl. Vyach Eliseev)
From evening up the hand led
In the twilight, bad started conversation
Shape
All loop neck to wrap threatened
But in fact, the grass soul
Retained how to go crumbling glass
Cut yes flowing
Durke Green, come out to love me
I have never been kicked
Would be fallace to you
Yes something somehow bored me

Caused a tear threads
I pulled out a fool-grass around
Crave on a clear day
Dense shade yes on woven
In those well, the Brank GNU
Thought, it will be buried, the plow will die
Where neither take the whip
Ringed the gate tipped over
And he is here like here!
Durke Green, come out to love me
I have never been kicked
Would be fallace to you
Yes something now sick me

From evening up the hand led
In the twilight, bad started conversation
And gave bread yes goril
Would know the cherished paths
So there is no pointer between the legs
Yes kicks for threshold
Met as expected
Durke Green, come out, kill me
I'm soaked, to death kissed
I will become fallated
And then everything is somehow scary to me
/ 1993, Vladivostok /