Оркестр Че - Коллективное Б. - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Ampoules sewn under the skin with portions of hostility towards a certain way of thinking appeared in purple stamps and immediately choked on fat-free green-laziness; recklessly weighed in grams, prints of imperishable significance fluctuated between the feeling of their own weight and the sophistication of the shadow; demons from the injustice of Fyodor Mikhalych count up to a hundred; calm down; exhale, inhale; toil with the press would have perked up with all the signs of stress, but Sashenka cut off her wonderful copper hair and she clearly didn’t have a voice, having inherited a slow-acting poison in all internal cavities and interjections glorifying the half-inactive Leningrad, while for me in this situation, at least a stalemate was intended The Mossad clearly records everything Bush's phonetics Hillary Clinton, through chewed sushi, promises to unambiguously introduce a new pint for every second soul and even several dried frogs grown under electricity and synth, but to me these promises smack of toothache with subcutaneous salt sprinkled on my face but without fully understanding whether it’s me or not either dreaming or just happy with the cameo role of my father, crushing pollen with a tight elastic band on his panties, shitting himself after being thanked three times Ah! from the neighbor on the left from the neighbor on the right, a fit of anger, a drunken exclamation of nagila hava and a chant about this, but it was precisely at this time of year that Ethel Lilian Voynich, slowly absorbing the weather, was bearing the Gadfly and Kronnenberg the Fly, the collective unconscious was blind and deaf.