Текст песни DMA - Нехороший человек

Cold to chills
It should be warmer
How to arrange a new year
A piece of cotton wool glue

I'm a coward and didn't find a package here,
Walk on the trail, call it a poet and a drunk.
Asked people the truth
I didn’t come for answers.
The Holy Trinity is somewhere somewhere behind
Pus with snow and revelry here

Cupid's blood froze on a paddy wagon
I want a taste of childhood give non-freeze

There is no season here
There's no time here at all
Nature spat me pregnant in diaries

And I picked them all
And it's not too early to die here
Curve yes led
Yes, it was like a mother.

The palms were looking for blunt sharp objects

In search of rebirth, I fucked the summer
I do not love anyone and do not advise anyone
I don’t love anyone and I don’t advise anyone.

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When you dig yourself a hole with a backpack and a shovel
You understand that being a fool is expensive.
This shit in my head won't boil fast
I read something on the grass about Zoroastrians.

And in a past life, she loved possessiveness.
I'm blowing antimatter down the vein for darling.
Fly fly the petal of my painted saw
Until you're stopped by the neck or the pine

She will tell you how you rest today
The watchmen will wake up with the first roosters

Their specifics are too special
The pontiff was buried.
The funeral is social.

How not to feel like you exist in the morning?
Outwardly, a man is technically half-corpses

Dropouts from bell ringers will carve out a couple of synagogues
Which pig farm will the traffic light lead you to, brother?