Lyrics Сказки дядюшки Б. - Мама
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вкусная котлета поджидала Ивана на столе
Котлета с макаронами
А макароны с кетчупом
Кто может сказать что плохое о таком обеде?
Никто
Кроме его мамы
Из которой он сделал котлету
Вкусная мама поджидала Ивана в подвале
Мама без ноги
А нога мамы в ванной
Ох, как много с этой женщиной связано воспоминаний
Как врачи из нее достали Ивана
Это был аборт
И Иван тогда умер
Умер и попал в рай
В рай, где у него была мама
Где он выжил
Где он вырос
И где у него котлета на столе
Где к котлете макароны
А к макаронам кетчуп
Кетчуп, красный, как кровь
Кровь эмбриона
Или его мамы
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Delicious cutlet waited for Ivan on the table
Cutlet with Macaronami
And macaroni with ketchup
Who can say that bad about such a dinner?
None
In addition to his mother
From which he made the kitlet
Delicious mom was waiting for Ivan in the basement
Mom without foot
And my mother's leg in the bathroom
Oh, how much with this woman connected memories
How do doctors from her got Ivan
It was an abortion
And Ivan then died
Died and got into paradise
To the paradise where he had a mother
Where he survived
Where he has grown out
And where is his cutlet on the table
Where to the macaroni boile
And to Macaronam ketchup
Ketchup, red, like blood
Blood embryo
Or his mom
End
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Cutlet with Macaronami
And macaroni with ketchup
Who can say that bad about such a dinner?
None
In addition to his mother
From which he made the kitlet
Delicious mom was waiting for Ivan in the basement
Mom without foot
And my mother's leg in the bathroom
Oh, how much with this woman connected memories
How do doctors from her got Ivan
It was an abortion
And Ivan then died
Died and got into paradise
To the paradise where he had a mother
Where he survived
Where he has grown out
And where is his cutlet on the table
Where to the macaroni boile
And to Macaronam ketchup
Ketchup, red, like blood
Blood embryo
Or his mom
End
Voice Breeding
Installation of sound Fedenko