Lyrics Мистер Малой - Кайфонавты

The groom sniffed the chemical until the end of the lethal
He recently watched Pulp Fiction
The huntsman ate mushrooms and left untimely
He reread Victor Pelevin 7 times
The accountant cooked wormwood - wanted absinthe
Even the horse turned green from the experiment
Medical assistant shredded on sick leave
Before his death, he hummed to Agatha Christie

Wow, oh you, we all are kayfonauts

There is a button accordion on the table and the needle is lying
The harmonist is not drunk at all, he wants to think over
Girls went to dance, bleached threw
A month later they were found: Arrows pretended to be
The sorceress has a general meeting under the window
Choose what to expand consciousness now
Agronomist, damn it, forgot about land reclamation
Goes to the Duma to advocate for legalization

Wow, oh you, we are all kayfonauts ...

There is a hut on a mountain, smoke smokes above a hut
And in the hut of that dedushki cooked diethylamide
Do not draw or write crosses and zeros
There used to be drunks, drug addicts became

Wow, oh you, we are all kayfonauts ...