Текст песни Японский Фермер - Пейзаж с наводнением

February;
in a backpack and outdoors a landscape with flooding.
generation cosplay Bukowski with Yesenin:
cocks cosplay; the rainy season is just around the corner
* and every plebe strives to fold it more difficultly

* I like the smell of oil
please let me look at that eternity
(hey) * feed me the crowd
I did not wake up in the middle of the night, I did not even have a wife

_if you put a ski monument in the hallway
what peas do not dress your century is negligible
gliding out of my skin like the spirit of an era from the hands of a nobleman
The better the artist is fed, the more hungry the artist

_plastic world of victory / l
_gothic style of losing / l
and the graphomaniac is still disappointed in love
takes things goes to the station / l

_in your words fed up
Poems killed by fashionable near-bohemian Caudle
eyes are cut by cars with collarbones
* only dead puppies see where mi / r is racing

I would lap their books eagerly like
* poetics poppies clap idlers
time will bring us together
tie to the paws of the era and drown it in the past as a mongrel