Текст песни Nakka - Грануляторщик

Hellish heat of ovens
In the darkness of the workshops
From human bones
Flour


Thundering presses
And drunks at the remote control
Granulation processes
Run by cattle
Locksmith from moonshine
Rotting from the inside
Benton Glen from behind the cordon
Come and see:

Alexey-hydrocephalus
Two hundred granules zagatal
Igor the necrosoophile
He hammered a nail in someone's head.
Loader Lyuba, an underground walrus,
In a hell of an alcoholic coma.
Stink and soot there and here:
They eat the locksmith water!

Sotoninsky aspiration, granulation
The hellish meat is shipped, look.