Текст песни Иван Говнов - Нагнетение

Tight slush under the window
Fell, broke, melted ...
Splashing saliva, waving ax
Man in a coat bloody.

Western Sword turns
Gray mass, all the same
Red banks, porn, dirt.
Puddles crushes crushed passerby.

Colorful pictures are killed color,
Around me tormented false beauty,
And in the house there was a clear, fast light!
It is not real, but sometimes alive.

Troupes rot with relief,
Alive oppress their bodies.
Tired of the Mausoleum
Looks in the distance, something noticing ...

Chrome evenings decorated with cry
Courtyards are clogged with drunken people,
There was a hundred-pasted, now with a broken face.
Burns the sky in a plastic glass ...