МС Невыёбистый - Детство в жанре VHS - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Childhood in the genre of VHS.

What if we are just babies, fed up not breasts, and cough syrup? Futing a fist right through the Mordasam center of the Universe, see, listen, write down. We did not tell us that we could treat themselves. It is enough to fly into the passing. Parlearia Factory Aria. After three thousand years we will look at ourselves as we are on the ancient Greeks and fuck: "Is that - they have so (?!) Everything was arranged?!?!" And here we can treat themselves. To go, so to speak, cartilagers of the past. And we will be healthy. Most importantly, in the morning to get up and say so, loud-loud: "Du-brother U-Tro!". And we will live immortal for a hundred years. We are not taught by the simple space logic of the celestial bodies, we must learn somewhere. No one will show us what kind of Madrigals would follow, and which would not be followed. Parlearia, say? Well, though, spoke ... This is just the logic of magnetic tapes. You remember so your past and you can remember even more. Becoming yourself is to realize the level of movement of your thoughts, they, so to speak, genre. The column was played by MC unbearable. New star of modern music. Want a carpet folk? Yes, get. Breathe this dust! You are offered paradise, and you change it to the peel from sausages. Real MS is unbearable weave the thread of time at its concerts, and you are entrusted to the rays of this new music, fucking all previous genres in the VHS genre. GOOD MORNING!!! MS is unbearable and even Dmitry Dibrov will be asleep to you with a handle from the TV. At the same time, the womb and drone. And the womb, - and drone. Another longer pauses: And - the womb ... - and - Cap - Kan ... - - - these are the generic TV and creative TV, a weed TV of white noise and terabyte of information on 79 rubles a month. The screens are increasingly, the text is all smaller, and we understand everything faster ... and as if - and the womb, and the trap. The head of the snake eats the tail and vice versa. What we had to do to this charming aristocratic music of MS is unbearable, how not to admire both at the time of Voltaire, Schiller, Mozart, Boualersche. Each era with its own, so to speak, delights. What is perfect technician, the perfection man. What is the most advanced music, the perfection of a person. The technique makes human tasks very narrow but very much and sharp. That's certainly to weave the thread of time. And for this because it is no sooner to dwell ... well, oh well, their trouble. We are always fun! Not only the universe is talking to us - (antibody - the future) and the inner world (the body is the past). Where there is no body - this is the future. Where there is a body - this is the past. And the present simply does not exist. By the blade with corners of 45 degrees, run by distillation (with whom?)

I think with poems from childhood, it will be logical to finish this tirade full of grief.