Текст песни GxCx - Свари из ваты себе праздник

Sewing under the skin of the creek,
On the head of dressing crown
Paper, your shelves,
Chief of ideal insects

Sullenly led to the universal truth,
To universal deities,
To schizophazic happiness
And to eternal life. By syllables

Teaching glorious prayers
Recorded dirty seam
On the skin of the world. Akrasia,
As a sign of faith like an applub

In the paradoxical dance of the soil
In itself grinding crosses
Sickle and hammers, icons
And other idols. Jews,

As an impeccable enemy of freedom,
And the will of the main thing as a friend.
Selfless iconoclases
And the image as an eternal circle

Solish in the Nimbe Light Fear
Needle and blade. Swari.
From your cotton holiday, it is
Not being discussed. Look

How stupid corpse is looking for fun
The meaning of your deaths
Among the mirrors, illusions, food
And book-rain worms.