Lyrics Новаторы Авангарда - Кожаное лицо

There is such a person
His face
Alien. He
He was mined.
Now it is a face
His. And earlier
It was a stranger.
On his face
His ears
His hair
And eyes
Eyes he looks
And do it yourself
Takes knife
Or ax
Or saw
What works
On gasoline
In his basement
All rust
And fucking.
His basement proceeds
In it drops from the ceiling
Water drops
On the floor
And in puddles
On the floor
Actually
He is not angry
There are not many who
His understand
After all, ON.
Not angry
On his face
May be face
Togo Men.
Or this
He was
Butcher
Tik them
And stayed
Butcher
He cuts
And saws
What makes out
Different sounds
But not that
As an electric shaver
He has a family
But he is silent
He was born
And dying
He usually
In dark tones
Or in red
But not a revolutionary
In those tones
What is text
Inside us
What gives us
Ability to live
In tones of life
But he will glisten
If it is laundered
That's it
Tesz
No more
He is the same
Same
His family
He has
He can bind
Arms and legs
To the table
And then
They will be submitted
To the table
And they will eat
We all
Need to eat
After all when the stomach is full
This is true
Nicely
He even urchit
As satisfied
Cat
In his basement
Stand banks
How
In Kunstkamera
In the banks of alcohol
But do not drink it
His face is rotting
But not sweating
Although he is himself
Sweating
Him
There is a soul
And hands
And legs
Is it necessary
Something else?