Lyrics Мутант Ъхвлам - Бройлер Творой

Cat dreams of headless chickens,
Benefit Vinokur in the dining room,
Pilau, where instead of meat fingers
Razor safety cut salsa
Dogs bite, attack birds
Refused to pay tribute to tradition
I covered my ears, it was not better, there were wet puddles
Already cool dinner drunk James Belushi
Creaking toilet door
The script has been faithful for many years.
Mouth on a revolver - blood on the wall,
There is no mercy in this.
Today it will not be dark
The body is oily
Don Costello killed the esthete in himself
With Siberia tete-a-tete
Chews bandage catheter
I loved karate, but not from you
Here they beat the spice and drink kvass.
The whole fate of such, I yearned
We shared the escalator
They will lead us away, distribute us to the wards.

A cat dreams of dead chickens,
And I still have a jacket under my jacket,
On the street in May, cold, dead ends shackles.
Haze reappeared on the city under a purple cloud of smoke.
There, Violetta with an empty bucket,
And I walked past the ford to whisper leaves
Where they rose, streams of the sun flowed from the sky
The future shines beyond the horizon - it burns with gold.
Under whose laws is shame? Is the world blown up?
Another moment and everything is illusory.

A cat dreams of dead chickens.
Honey, beer, smoke. By mustache does not flow.
And the black man is silent in a rag - etiquette
Do not wet prints, weakness in the crowd withers
on fragrant washed bowls
You are wise as Confucius, plaintively sing the hymns of the sun on the radio of fables
In rusty pipes, bars under the tambourines are worms in the soil and jacks are thrusts who than
and concerned about: the people of Africa, rare species.
Are you not sick of this, calling yourself Feredrika? cut rope
The tones and piles of waste paper will be blundered to whine and moan the dog to the moon
And the shepherd dreams of identity
Floor gray, do not go away for good - come back tomorrow.
The whole world is closed, a suspension of facts, but for now you wiped out the chandeliers
And stroking tapestries, bohemianly musty someone flew over the urban deserts
The most eco-friendly package and females will raise their eyebrows in the lobby with such a low-fi
The glass is full, Tefal is still thinking of you, and there will be powder above the tops of the fives of the gloss
Hands waving a new morning, and the cat dreams of dead chickens.