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In the evenings, romance romance romance in the evenings, I dream of abandoned Arctic as monks about self-immolation I collect spitting-nucleation in Kalita hastily stubborn with me a place in the gas chamber I burst into Asgard Black Sea in the midst of the holiday, delayed my universe, for sure, I am an irreparable imminent childhood at that festival of everyday life My conjugation is whipped from me by my fingering, your music is not magic, but mystification tasting menstruation is my thorough music as an old -fashioned funny bang your music without a “closes of an ice” only a dried mouse corpse in a lifting potion

The ugly lady's fallen

They will season it with percussion pepper

In the soup of the cold husband to the sluggish

Rag chest will be served

Or poured into the youths' hemp porridge

Your music without "luk et mi"

Only a cow's skull by the muddy water

Becoming the home of a snake

Without the ritual game of ants vegetating

These songs are the lamentations of the ancient gods

Waiting for the fall of fierce enemies

On empty resting fields. Don't ask, the answers are a dream

You won't find me, I am in everything

Neither an alchemist nor a mason will figure it out

Why do I pretend to be a wheel

When the gods created people

And the people of the gods

And the allies became worse than enemies

We gathered in karagots at the gate

While passing the gaps to death

Singing poetry

The trumpeter's snore from unpatched wounds

Is heard only by us in the ears

Wooden frames

Take me, I will give myself to you

Rapping the path to the coniferous-deciduous temple.