Я смотрю один и тот же сон
Такого не видел и Люк Бессон
Если бы закрыл глаза.
Небо как помятая фольга
Ярко-красные снега
Все цвета здесь только за.
На месте солнца пятиконечная звезда
Все боятся опоздать
Песню бы допеть успеть.
Всех строят строем
Страдают геморроем роем
Могилы роют, доют
Чтобы ближе быть к земле.
Well
Well Well Well Well
Well Well Well Well
Well Well Well Well
Перекрашены параши
В городе наши
Лизергиновые каши
Плачут наши на параде
Бога ради
Выключайте радиоактивные
Мы можем
Даже дышать порами кожи
Если затянуть петлю потуже
Или же заклеить рты
Перевернутое заперто
Наши пра-пра-предки
Оставили свои метки
Медные монетки
Накладные пособия
Санта-Клаустрофобия
Рожденные в клетке
Кровоточит троеточие
С утра до ночи я рублю дрова
Wow! Под топор попала голова
Game o-ver!
Game o-ver!
Well
Well Well Well Well
Well Well Well Well
Well Well Well Well
Давно ли ли вы были на лесоповале?
Стволы пылили, руки омывали
Реки крови
Да усы, да брови густые
Копыта, хвосты (yeah)
Падали кресты, костры горели
Хором мы пели
Но на самом деле - спали
Нас палили, чтобы
Все выше и выше и выше
Было пламя
Красное знамя над нами
Красное знамяяяя!
Well
Well Well Well Well
Well Well Well Well
Well Well Well Well
I watch the same dream
Luc Besson did not see this either
If I closed my eyes.
The sky is like crumpled foil
Bright red snow
All colors are here for nothing.
In place of the sun, a five-pointed star
Everyone is afraid to be late
To finish singing the song.
All are built in formation
Suffer from hemorrhoids swarm
They dig graves, milk
To be closer to the ground.
Well
Well well well well
Well well well well
Well well well well
Parasha repainted
In the city our
Lysergic porridge
Cry ours at the parade
For God's sake
Turn off radioactive
We can
Even breathe skin pores
If you tighten the loop tighter
Or seal your mouths
Inverted locked
Our great-great-ancestors
Have left their marks
Copper coins
Overhead benefits
Santa claustrophobia
Born in a cage
Ellipsis bleeding
From morning till night I chop wood
Wow! Head hit by ax
Game o-ver!
Game o-ver!
Well
Well well well well
Well well well well
Well well well well
How long have you been to logging?
The trunks were dusty, the hands were washed
Rivers of blood
Yes mustache, yes eyebrows are thick
Hooves, tails (yeah)
Crosses fell, bonfires burned
We sang in chorus
But in reality - they were sleeping
We were fired to
Higher and higher and higher
There was a flame
Red banner above us
Red banner!
Well
Well well well well
Well well well well
Well well well well
