Текст песни jabberwacky - 100 лет революций

I scratch lines in my notebook, porridge is being prepared in a saucepan,
and marching consonants I step from point to point - consonants
radio evil spits through his teeth with emphasis in each of the hissing sounds
on a fucking wrench: wake up, my friend, wake up!

get up! or the muskets and cannons won't wait for us. to the exit!
clean your rifle with a ramrod, try on your crazy psycho dress.
grin! looking into the world outside the window that will not give a break,
enter it yourself or wait for the destruction of the myth - you will be found dashingly.

death, like the fate of anyone - the striped walls of the apartment only echo.
What do I count here? How many hardened destinies were preparing for battle?
get dressed! not thinking how to hold out until intermission -
your ticket to the first row and do not be ashamed of the actors of the Bolshoi Theater.

blood on the walls, everything was played so quickly that few people saw
how people changed each other, pulling life with the baton.
and the corpse that lies on the square the color of tomato juice, as direct evidence:
we are being led in order to later make the building of the Admiralty out of the bones.

I don't feel the light -
no no no no no.
no no no no no.
no no no no no.
I don't know why I'm doing this.

I don't feel the light -
no no no no.
no no no no.
no no no no no.
I don't know why.
I don't know why.

the obstetrician pulls his hands - these are the hands that decide destinies,
tearing you out of the womb of sin for the amusement of the rumba dancers.
the path is laid out with a snow-white tablecloth. leaving others their stump,
timid step inside, time brings you to rudeness.

try to do without food on the way, no shout, they can hear you!
a tirade of hearts - these are superfluous, look - beggars are following you.
you must be saved, you must hit that wall of profit.
wake up! because their song is fake, but beckons with a siren and squeezes Shiva.

The road is covered in dust - this means that they lived here, the autumn sun cuts circles,
the cranes are flying, go to the top of the unknown path!
I am your inner voice - it is easy to fit into this groove of the mechanism.
organically woven life, it remains to take root on the top of the mound.

here is your revolution - in a tube of old glue!
here is your revolution - in a place that is warmer!
you came to spend her here, see her as soon as possible.
we did not sleep all night - we took out targets on each other's backs.

I don't feel gunpowder
no no no no no.
no no no no no.
no no no no no.
I don't know why people pay so much

I don't feel the light -
no no no no.
no no no no.
no no no no no.
I don't know why.