Текст песни А.Непомнящий - Чандала

In my passport serial number
And registration in the place
In the same stone house
As in a separately depressed Brest.
Unpasted lines color white,
Crushed dog does not hurt
So that the skies were intact,
So that the cops were pleased,
Depending on how much an hour kills the spring
Fucking dust under his feet.

Dirt dare all - it's easy to get infected:
The face of the Virgin on a lighter,
Unique taste of advertising water,
How it's all the same - above the roof - on a stick.
Comfortable and numb
Like a blue horse on the wheels dreams to fly,
With all the soul to join the common cause -
Sell, sell, sell, sell.
Market fence surrounds spring
Fucking dust under his feet.

Without borders, without faces, without tears, unlike
Without memory, without kind, without anger
From the cradle - in a new brick,
From the native river to the soul to the common nem.
Fishermen has humane arguments
And secrets of wonderful earth turns
All the lives in the pieces of gold,
And dismissed - just in the target,
Birds and trees - in interest, lines of numbers and cents,
Concrete cells, binary codes,
In another doses, asterisks, stripes
Dissident Dream, Old Testament Love,
Master's simplicity of truth.
Wizards, specialists, craftsmen, Alchemists:
Dead Sun, Fake Sun,
Dead Sun in a piggy bank on the bottom.

All night walks their street -
Before the first rooster
Before the first stream, to the spark on the sleeves
Straw sin
Until the day, when the pancakes frozen spring.
So burn, burn, carnival!
Gori, Gori, Carnival!

Dumbness for forgiven Sundays,
Yes, just howl outside the window is not a weight, I do not understand:
Whether evil crude devils
Give a witch married, whether the spring is buried
Fucking dust under his feet ...