Текст песни Ебучие Рога - Почта России

This is a trek by aliens
It pulls me up like a ray
I wave my hand to you Tanya,
You keep it a secret

You don't want to be in a madhouse
You drown the sorrow of loss in rum
Looking for circles in the rye in the field
You find circles from alcohol
At this time I am absolutely naked,
They put a sneaky experience on me
These are the aliens of the gopas,
Squeezed blood and kidneys
My eyes are somewhere in a barrel
Even glasses won't help me
I'm torn to pieces like dogs
the heart was sent to you by mail,
From Jupiter to Kamchatka,

Russian Post,
I'm in St. Petersburg in Siberia,
Confused brands
I'm in syria, iraq
your name is in my heart

Fucking aliens
My dna was taken away
Have inoculated
How coffee is diluted with cream
They turned into people,
Bought flowers condoms
I know their motives
They are already waiting for you at the entrance
They want to blow my beast
Then it is possible to sit her down,
But she feels my heart
It's far away and in a postage cage
you recreated my cells,
But your name is in my heart