Текст песни Дейта Мейра - Биореактор

Let's go volunteers to bioreactor,
Cannon meat for place under the sun.
We are cancer on the gallean patient cataract
According to Bruegel, the eldest walks the commander.

Cannon meat on the penis of power
Well, turn around in the new march.
Equal in the center of the sight, as He Hello:
Our senior is ours - the eldest Bruegel.

The smell in the spring - neverthenik buried,
The wage smell - buried icons.
And the world here the dogs are right here on Seine,
And maybe cows, and can crows.

We collect all the dishes on the crumbs,
Cook Malashi cook from the ax.
We are Shaikhzada Babich and Nikonov Loch
Something similar to Massachi sideways.

Sing, only the voice of their gloover and the gloover
Hoarse as a wall radio.
Then boot, and then muzzle on puddles
Let's go to. Only bullets whistling dark night.

Let's go, only the wind is buzzing on wiring.
Let's go, Marsemenese Chekany on the tact.
Tomorrow the war is written in blogs and reports.
Let's go volunteers in the bioreactor.

(11/19/2014)