Lyrics КооперативништяК - Добро пожаловать в реальный мир

We will manifest at night
Between a mongrel and a wolf
Scattered around the living room
Shards elements.
And the water is more transparent
Snowflake stars are melting
I played in the psychosphere
You played the violin.
Sounds floated and floated
Braided into an ornament
Slowly destroying
Monolithic foundation.
It was invented by priests.
At dawn hungover.
Through the eyes came out
Thoughts on the beyond.
Helium stupidly slammed
In the alchemical womb.
Peasants are grateful
Busty Minerva.
Grateful to Allah
Azatotu and Brahma
One-eyed sky
Gossip in his pocket.
And from a box a skull
Zenki stares corpse.
Waiting for Virgil
Sad, in a ghostly thicket.

How he will conquer the beast
That will cry with a marten
Seen longing to get married
On a gloomy girl.
Who are you, where are you, why are you
The clouds are brown.
Is it so inconspicuous
What have you already eaten?
Feel our song -
Pulling blindfold orchestra.
The mass is fresh
The local church is crowded.
They ask for a trough of money
Hunger health box
Craving to imprint forever
Your horse holiday.
Looking for circuses and bread
Meat, Guria, Vinishing,
Fresh blood babies -
What is not heavenly food?
A barrel of boiled flesh
A mug of smelly mash
Little is needed for happiness
Rejoice, coprophages!
God is indifferent
Into a world recklessly young
Jerking a black claw
Harps are tight strings.
The music didn’t happen
Fog and slush came out
Exactly walk in a circle -
Do not jingle on cymbals.
At midnight when everything is quiet
Someone scratches under the heart
Can cut it
Sprinkle with red pepper?
Old humpback dwarf
Will come out, screeching shyly.
The darkness is bursting with pain
Anus of my homeland.
As loud as genies
Dirty, like souls
Pouring into the crowd of Gauguin,
Cut their pork ears.
Roughly storming nature
My shadow, give me strength
Step over with dignity
The mind of his grave.

Sorry no one will hear
Silent Throat Scales
I went through almost all the steps
But he never met Horus.
Just shreds of fog
Timid white pride
Spin in the last dance
Evaporating into another plane.
There, behind the mirror layer
Sirens gently sing
Fairy tales come to life there,
Ancestors rise from the decay
In inhuman cough
Dead Black Holes
Turned inside out
What seemed like a world.
Where nightmares live
Flutes cynically whistle
The drums beat loudly
It’s like someone is looking for someone.
There, as here - usually,
The essence does not change from the sight,
The lamp hides zealously
The alchemical world of Baghdad.
Briskly cuts the lamb
The pink world of New York
On the left side - chocks,
Russia - on the starboard side.
And behind Israel
Tears in the river of oblivion.
Fries Europe meat,
Asia is eating cookies.
Crawl in orbit
Evil fungi from Yugotta.
Work pork snout
At least until the seventh sweat
Nervously bear the kids
Trees grow building sheds
There was not and will not be
You have no paradise.
So flashed summer.
I became a stranger and old.
Black turned white
The giant has become small.
There is no doubt in me
There is no more knowledge.
My poems rule
Coming from the other world.