Текст песни Журналист из Фурфура - 08 - Белкино

the entertainment center overlooks the churchyard
the gaze is not legible, not very simple;
Belkinsky park, Belkinsky forest
there is no more picturesque place for suicide

here a person likes to walk:
use respiridone,
pick mushrooms in the basket
and understand nothing ...

in lysergine gardens
with a sweet taste in the mouth
man eats
holy book.

withdrawals, funerals, weddings
supply and demand
and the answer is born
ahead of the question.

I read the Bible
barely
dead, dead
gorgeous words!

in the old days the earth shook,
as a pioneer before Cream
but take at least glycodine
at least that si ah
the eye will not see anything
more beautiful than our land!

the runner blushed with the tablecloth
from headboard to heaven
epileptic foam
ran down my lips

entertainment dragged
bad youth at the table
tearing my eyes, were not surprised
she is impaled!

man last
from ephemeris
cop looks greedily into the pupils
and there the space is open:

entertainment center
mimicked the morgue
shop assistant
and the korg synthesizer:
perform slow
psychedelic march
Belkinsky forest is ours!