Оxxxymiron - полигон - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Some jesters hang on a funny pillar. There is nothing to catch, do not linger a cursory look. You better look how the victorious banner is cutting there, the cheerful movie is simply perfectly shot. There is no flattery, like spots on a white wall, and if you see a blessing and anger, then the matter is in you. The body is warm, the soap lays more integral. To blame the system has now become a lot of pigs. Such a sight on your back, well, start with yourself, prove that you are not a pig. Indicate who the snake. Punish for yourself, for others. The community, the family for you, a fellow countryman, avenge you, if you imagine yourself. Forward, bombs in a fist, we take the rope. On the sentenced rags, the people yelling in full throat. Squid and bag, inevitable victory of the banner. Some jesters hang on a funny pillar. Chorus: Gorky smoke, someone's landfill, how much from the Balda in this gorge is flying. We will never have a place here, remember, a bro. Gorgorod, Gorgorod House, but a trap. Do not think about bad, you absorbed all this like drugs and milk, and you will return, even if you have become a complete pocket. Gorgorod, Gorgorod House, but a trap. In the sky, he will raise the smoke, you would have sailed, and Moveton. You would sail, swim far, past the windows, past the icons. Your city is a stump and a feuilleton, you would have sailed, but not that. And you were in full, Gorgorod, Gorgorod’s house, but a trap. Absolute suckers are always unhappy and everyone, a series of conversations is continuously in the kitchens. The bespectacled man runs us all under tea and dessert, which means he gets from outside for tea and himself. It's time to tell about them, for the cancer penetrated, poisoning the spring, a manner in the blood. The enemy worships and the gates b was opened by everyone who is who haws the world. Suspiciously literate, says the provocateur and leaders. Be on the alert, sensing the ailment. I will not bring trouble to your hearth, riot of war and plague, troubles, bullets, we will indignant, but we won’t linish wise men, but why? Forward, bombs in a fist, we take the rope. On the sentenced rags, the people yelling in full throat. Squate and bag. Soak, a series of conversations, ridiculous suckers are always dissatisfied with everyone.