Текст песни Нормативный гуманизм - Циклодол

I went on the bus - fruit yellow ...
Cyclicol became attached to me ...
Smell - beer interspersed with later,
The coat sweeps the floor ...

He offered a plate with wheels ...
I pushed my palm in a haste ...
He went to rush into questions ...
Questions - firewood into the fire ...

I am like fire - and I broke through ...
- What kind of woodpecker are you? Do not stand in the way! ..
- Cyclicol - mine was driven,
If there is no more strength, I'm sorry ...

And he told about the end of the world,
Which, in truth, there are the ends of darkness ...
Winter is summer in the freezer,
Above it is not sensing the country ...

He still said about the rain ... Rain -
Without church clowns of prayed souls ...
More that there is a knife on the bastard -
For cleaning pears ...

The bus left the invisible chase,
Yellow and spilled lemonade,
When Cyclicol guessed and realized
I'm just glad to him ...

Glad, I'm glad, I'm Raaad to him.
(Come on again, I took it high)

And I don't need Coca-Cola
Do not need your bourgeois stap
I have a package of cyclodol.
Man, where is your recipe?