Текст песни Сатана Печёт Блины - Парообразная устрица луны

yellow, white, black, red,
blue, gray, blue,
multi-colored sticky adhesive,
me beckons for itself,
all the colors of our universe
loneliness
confused cotton wool with porridge
shot a lynx from a finger

I am a para-oasis moon oyster
I am the guardian angel of the Communists
will be so always and for that we are born
that-would bleed the sheet with a sponge clean

hands were heavily swollen
but in the hands of my knives
give me your mobile
and a piece of his soul
I will not, I will not
to give oneself to the doctors
someone just believes in a miracle
but I myself met him