Lyrics Милосердный - Гарь

Up Gagarin, and then the avenue in gary
a city in the doldrums, what was bequeathed there?
than were in charge? space?
who has wasps, who has tiles,
to whom coconut - such a policy
Yura, here are some whiners
not even cogs
in a Giant Machine
rather a radio tape recorder
the whole world is already found
and we are like in a gondola
rock the boat?
it is already flooded with water
as throats of vodka
received a tip
point of destination - bolt
but what, the people,
Leninsky blocked -
head
High and policeman
The ambulance rides along the ruts
Sometimes it's not that
it's like an agony
who whines - cars
We were taken out of town
some general's epaulettes
then pogroms
flew heads
a throat is cut
blood feud like, everything is smooth
that there about the father's son
they are pro razanne
about the commandments that gave them
the first Russian in sixteen
and now in palaces
entered straight from the front door
goldfish in caskets
Glory to crooks and thieves
who here with whom wailed?
what's your vorkut
or fucking vocals,
for feeding in a caravan
for drunk years I have a full glass
but rather two
who are they on the sides?
with them only on taverns
and then, so far
all I did was smack, smack on karma
now feed
and then everything will be decided
amusing thing
want to hang yourself
do you want to do something
search for an exit in
space where the benefit:
half-kingdoms zanykano
know: in their rows sewn with a bast
will quickly plant a fang