[Verse 1]
One day you dive
Once you dive into suspended animation
But instead of the Garden of Eden and the Bronze Beyonce poses
At your feet, at your feet
At your feet curled up
Waiting for you, hiding in the fist grub, fool
He smiles sweetly like a girl
Affectionate sun substituting the little head
On the lips of his pearls, bursting
Bare the abyss, bare the abyss
Mother dragged the geek out on the porch
Howled. Drunk tears sweet whey
Drunk words pathetics bitter
Sluggishly banknote squeezes in a bag of cargo
Look: wailed. He - over his shoulder - smiles at her
It is held by a sticky grip. Hey, bring down until you regret it!
In the lasso necklaces
Mother hugs stomped
Fool. Weights him, brother, wind up, and - were
And when the curtains of dust collapse
Baba hammered, fingering a sundress
Envious of herself, she will deploy cellophane
You yell, curse your sky-sky
But do not wait for an answer: no, no
You won't hear anything, only echo echo
Only echo echo, echo echo, echo echo echo
But look him in the eye, eye to eye
Look at the fool, eye to eye
You didn’t see anything, even though you saw many, many
A fool - he always sees God-God
At the threshold, a pun on duty chewing
I smile to the crook and the bourgeois
I’ll lick dry teeth, I’ll take an artist
And smuggler mold wine
On stage, waiting for the go-ahead, a beggar
Having drank a fair amount from a flask, courageously fall out
It’s chilly, like in the refrigerator: the legs get squeezed
Of locust-colored hara-kiri chairs
He is looking. Behind the scenes, the fool smiles sloppy
She grabs his hose as a souvenir examines
Following - guests take out boarding sabers
Clutching the canes
Cascades of convulsions, echoing silence
Just beating on the vulva, gurgling and hissing
Crying fool. Dusk was thickening in the hall.
Ma'am and sir are plagued by convulsions
You yell, curse your sky-sky
But do not wait for an answer: no, no
You won't hear anything, only echo echo
Only echo echo, echo echo, echo echo echo
But look him in the eye, eye to eye
Look at the fool, eye to eye
You didn’t see anything, even though you saw many, many
A fool - he always sees God-God
Once you dive into suspended animation
But instead of the Garden of Eden and the Bronze Beyonce poses
Years of desert around the train
And all that can be sucked is sucked
At your feet curled up
Waiting for you, hiding in the fist grub, fool
You caress him and he will share with you
There is enough for you and an apricot tree
What is creativity?
This is when ten fools watch how one writhes
