Текст песни НаяЦой - Я продам свое тело науке

I will sell my body science.
Let me learn to me.
Let me spoil dirty hands
Under the invisible eye of the Watch!

And imagine what is it anyway:
In formalin, lying, like a doll!
Be a princess-outfit tripod!
And let the finger have no and crouthed.

And they will be invited without a reason
In anatomy, a strange kingdom.
You, tasted raw salmon,
Think Once: what is the patronage?

But, of course, come! Be sure!
Speed: on silk medals.
Here in the vessel fate too Brenna,
In this terrible, meaningless ball!

And here, among cans and flasks,
Shares without war Pedanticity,
Among Darwin evil monkeys
You will see a familiar personality.

I smile. Without clothing
I'm standing. I forgot about "shameful."
I recognize you without hope
That sometime I will be satisfying.

How many winters! How are you? Changed!
Matted, Matya! Understanding!
Well done, that did not surrender, did not sleep!
I try to hold on arrogantly.

You stand, without either a sound.
I read questions about look.
How to know ... Circular Lap
I am pulling for black braids.

And here I am good. Careless.
Oxygen is enough for a while.
Let I look a little quantity,
But I do not enter the seed!

Surgeons came yesterday,
The ability to cut my finger sliced.
And won blood is my, in a yellow menzurka.
Would quack a terrible scandal.

I feel my actress!
Every day, people look at me.
Only texts are not with a black reprise,
Only spectators are hardly assessed.

I do not hurt at all, do not worry,
Even you like something.
You still admire me
Only with the cheeks eight drops of sweat.

Only, you know, it happens.
Behind the glass you stand, there are alive.
I even enjoyed them a little.
Won guys are shop.

Won there drunk hides a snack,
Won girl wants to fall in love.
But the schoolboy decides the problem,
Mom, probably proud of.

Everyone lives and hurry. Exist.
I am standing in formaline as a hand!
People joke, laugh, bluff.
I'm standing for the shapeless rear.

I'm not even used to here.
There is something else, not like you, the sun.
There is no year here, and there are only cycles.
And there are no land too, but there is a donce.

Are you leaving already? Bye!
Tell me clean!
Disappear from the field of attention,
Gift you through the glass kisses ...

The whole world is a big test tube,
Therefore, and immorally cracked.
Kohl died - fuel finger in the tag!
Kohl Living - Listen to Bedni and Songs.

I'm watching you. Again, again.
You do not see my look curious.
I do not make the cases of good
Stone in the dead soul anthracite.

You leave our kingdom.
Here and the time as eternal flour.
You remember me. I am a medicine.
And I remember your bold hands.

I smack a cardiac stone,
That glass that divides on "was."
Road! Smells something pharmacy.
I run after you. Obrew.

"Exhibit runs away! Catch!" -
Krinkles the janitor of the gray-haired in amazement.
On the awesome feet, in requisition
Formalin. Yes, insult ...

Exhibit! How it sounds rude!
I, as you, just be more honest.
I came to life at all, redoguba.
Only yellow leather, then - more visible.

I run for you on asphalt.
Frozen. Cold December!
This gray slice of basalt
Understands me with a stump of gills.

And I see you. You, without a rush
Reliable to the house on the snowy alley.
You realize that all in the world of pawns.
You realize that the spirits are stronger.

We catch up with you: I and the wind.
I rush on a thin neck.
And loses the eve of the evening.
I seem good.

I worry, kissing for the first time.
I'm trying the kisses shoulders.
How sick you are alive!
All speeches are incused!

You will beat me. "It seemed."
And leave on the cold wild.
You forgive ... in me, tenderness has been recruited
Bright-scarlet dream-of-carolism.

Sorry, I will not be so
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