Текст песни вБЕНЗИНЕестьОБЛАКА - быдло быдлячее

if to speak literally, then I feel sick and vomits from work
even Nikifor lapis did not dream of such heights
suffered from gangrene, served as a postman,
endured millions
on a silver platter
together with the entire crew of the crew
He traded clones, walked in a curly forest
in three years the trust burst
in the dining room took borsch with sour cream,
went where the eyes look, where the wind blows,
Later I was told that there were no spoons.

I lose my senses in this whirlwind,
help me to say it differently
you either go to immortality,
or are you cattle for life

do not leave home all Saturday
it turns into work, into blooming water,
in a precisely measured aliquot of your greediness
all the people with weirdo, if you're a wanderer,
jim morrison or someone's boss.
when in the room smoke is resistant, like vladimir kramnik
you can not write party records, imagine yourself as a bobby phisher
but you were not tortured in the jail pasadena,
you did not spoil the public walls,
did not go to hygi superturbo under the hair dryer
did not play the major leagues,
did not think about studying at VGIK
under the plinth was not hammered with cries of the wild

I lose my senses in this whirlwind,
help me to say it differently
you either go to immortality,
or are you cattle for life

Hello! My name is Anatoliy,
I forgot about morality at school.
together with teachers of singing and drawing
experienced all the suffering, horror and suffering,
Mom said, bad company,
The pope condemned the wanderings,
discussed the name of the group with colleagues at work,
the family values ​​that have forgotten moral values ​​are not in great esteem
to them the wizard will not arrive by helicopter
painted under mad blue
will not catch your wave, will not show a soapy kintso,
to you will come only a zombie viktor tsoi.

I lose my senses in this whirlwind,
help me to say it differently
you either go to immortality,
or are you cattle for life