Текст песни The Cold Dicks - 12 - Органы голубя на оргии

flesh from the flesh you are - FRETHING IN THE TEXT
And there is nothing to invent here
In this text there are many good places
But they are all removed
Sledge and ambulance carriage
Elderly and young fly from the slide
Natural Proleside
with artificial prostheses speak
good without addresses and without the author,
Where in the workshop so much temple?
A bottle of vodka came to a living woman
And it's nice that I have little to her!
I will bring her sacrifice someone
Single feminist-Salawa,
Boris Yeltsin wants to be your tampon
Are you ready for such a zhulin inside yourself?
Then pick up and do not pussy, do not say a gap.
Drugs to the lantern reality!
Joy will take place without people
Fights in the maternity ball
Barefoot Ebony, Autumn Gay
Where in the workshop so much hlama?
Waste on Izor begins early
with the first cry of Petush-Extrassens
At the funeral of Kashpirovsky I cried
After all, it was something from rap games,
in which Russia stuck
At the funeral of Decral, I was somehow all before pussy
And tears did not flow so abundantly
How my letters criticism of the sun offset
Critics of the mixing of the Sun.
With all such a bad
Joseph Prigogin comes to mind
He, by the way, did not die yet?!
C language slides rapper
Like Lizergin
Fights in the hospital insomnia
Waste on iszor called - sincerity
And everything else - misery!
Terrible sun lantern
Reducto-Lascularity
light
disagree the distance approximation
there is nature to blood
Cut!
Cut!
Marriage for dogs
or ordinary snowbab
dugout copied, copied people
and took them to the common hut
Hey, joy!
Streets look through the eyes of the names
Each city has Lenin
Light and smart!
I look at me and, it means I'm not alone
What is the hell lost?
Baikal Lenin Fish
I presented confidence
In anger inexplicable
change clothes to the train, dressed with the mole
And the whole bitter truth is left for later
Pigeons in orgy moan
announced a pleasure yes and came out
inept hissing of voracious people
even more beautiful in the view of pigeons
inept movements of lost people
More than more insignificant in the view of the pigeons
Barefoot black hanging in the Russian loop
and very glad that not tied to any land
Black Barefoot walked in the loop
And very glad that it is not involved in any land
Delicately enter the story of a small town
To continue life, exhausted any arguments
Galano enter the afterlife healthy
But I want to live, and to shove in the body of the spacecraft,
Whispering prayer edge
Whispering prayer edge
Whispering prayer edge
Whispering the prayer of the edge.