Текст песни Carinetta - Bare Punch Line

The epistolary poncho was dropped from the pen
To your frozen punch
The epistolary poncho was dropped from the master's feather
To your naked punch!

The composition of the playlist filling harms the figures of speech
Your staff are seki in the diet before
The villains in borsalino will knock on your door -
With a bale of vaccines and a clip full of beads ...

Feed the pig snouts of the inquisitors
Like those who at one time disowned
At first glance, tough, completely devoid of plastic -
Like a glass cut from Soviet classics
Splashing Cointreau in the face of vulnerable secular criticism!
That, like a ghoul, shuns the light of discovery -
aesthetes with TT and brass knuckles and a stack of dusty cassettes
rushing to loosen their corsets to their strangled minds ...

San Francisco decomposes into spectra through the ocean ...
Fields of skyscrapers sway in the winds of Bronx singles ...
We are all Madmen from the same sect
The lens of the blues is dissolved in lean Americano
silk nougat in a biscuit Hapa - Metal Face Doom.
And again a bubbly line with the speed of a car
Sieve finished snouts ...
As if the staff of the staff would reiterate the code - de facto
tetratriole capriccio soaked bars,
ardent notes of royal pearls strung on the camp -
Satan himself raised Blunt for this!

For the plebeians, this engine compartment is strong and cloying,
regardless of their bile: ristretto is a reprise,
that's my whim - doppio for an encore, cheap single
will become obsolete as a pre-chamber injection! ..
and
Wait for the dumped donut from the master's table -
into the mouth of your hungry punch,
sweet stub of fatty business lunch
into the greedy mouth of your skinny punch!

Carinetta allegretto misteriozo
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