Lyrics trooba - Мясные куклы

the other day, thinking about the mortal,
I climbed headlong into Google.
and there, with a languid refrain -
meat dolls, meat dolls.

I looked at them under the zoom,
changing color, changing angle.
and something smelled reasonable
from these dolls, from these dolls.

staring from the master's estates,
they lie as if loose.
and there is no doubt that in general,
they are meat, they are meat.

inscriptions flicker on the screen,
not all I know the letters,
but something very attractive
meat dolls, meat dolls.