| Attention, the doors are closing
|
| So the priest told me at the temple
|
| And kicked in the stomach
|
| Because there is nothing
|
| Pain is just someone's notion
|
| God Annoyed Tulpa
|
| My faith then spread inside the stomach
|
| Like cherry syrup, uh
|
| Poltergeists sold us vodka
|
| With vodka, we are from the same food chain,
|
| And then we jumped into the windows
|
| To remember our verses
|
| And the smiles were erased from memory
|
| After all, in smiles there is not a bit of peace
|
| And that's why you need to get rid of
|
| So that today we don’t throw up again
|
| Noshpa will melt on the tongue like a snowflake
|
| You are also in line in the human centipede,
|
| And she will pull the globe of the earth along the equator
|
| So that everything that is sweet to the heart
|
| Mix with shit
|
| The bird of the world shitted on his head, and
|
| All because you were too hysterical
|
| Salt on the wound
|
| lime, tequila
|
| Bring me a latte this morning
|
| Do you remember we were with you as if
|
| Gray hair on the pubis
|
| And our shoes were small,
|
| And since we are no longer gnawed
|
| Sleep in the bright future, that is
|
| We are much younger today
|
| Than on the day when they were waiting for their train
|
| If you have worms in your stomach
|
| Wait for the butterflies to appear there
|
| Life is love, but why should I
|
| I can live in an endless lounge
|
| I can always look for varicos
|
| Open any door with your foot
|
| And you will digest your butterflies
|
| Should have left the worms |