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Nessie

Our schooner "trouble" dissects the dawn.

Fishermen do not sing from green longing.

The codes are full, in the stomachs of the cabinet.

Even the gray rats are piercing.

Facial muzzles will chopped from the gifts of Neptune.

From the fair winds will be the abdomen of the clouds.

On the shoulder of the parrot and the chest of the dead,

And in the bottle mail, not a line about her ...

Spin a frantic whirlwind as in the Black Magic Mess

Boleskin your ugly soul. Brave. And will click on "Repeat".

You see how quietly your Nessie is

And the ancient song hisses so sweetly ...

You hear your Nessie is swimming quietly

And the ancient song hisses so sweetly ...

Yo Yo Pan! Yo Yo Pan!

Behind the telescope, sultry bombs dozing.

Wolves of the southern seas, juices of delicate sluts.

Plasticine smoke. And from the Trefov-Bubei

The table is breaking. And n0tu? Sadness did not leave ...

The scars are clearly remembered, how the lights wander,

How sirens vote in the darkness.

How the halberds whistle, how the ice melted, how the sailor shouted "God, keep!",

As from Roma, the helmsman fucking has long been given ...

Saw Validol! Our invisible Knesset will decide everything for you.

And you are only a stupid fresh -remedy parsley, firewood for the universe, a penny soldering.

Have you heard your Nessie quietly swims?

The teeth move ... Claz. Klaz. Klaz. Klaz.

Have you heard your Nessie quietly swims?

The teeth move ... Claz. Klaz. Klaz. Klaz.

Yo Yo Pan! Yo Yo Pan!

On the snowy top of Kalys, in the deaf Belarusian Polesie

Your joy lives, calls you quietly, but will not reach through sulfur in the donkey ears.

They only hear one thing: how quietly your Nessie swims,

And the ancient song sings in reeds ...

They only hear one thing: how quietly your Nessie swims,

And sings a terrible song in reeds ...

Yo Yo Pan! Yo Yo Pan!

Our schooner "trouble" dissects the dawn.

Fishermen from green longing

Do not sing ...

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Cabert is red wine, in the song it is Cabernet, although in the Russian language it is customary "Cabernet".

Boleskin - Boleskine House - the estate of Sir Alister Crowley, the legendary British occultist.

Pan is pan, he is Faun and the hell knows who is the ancient Greek (as well as, ancient Roman) God.

Knesset is an Israeli parliament.

The text is copyright, fixed in accordance with the studio record. For example, in the second piece of the author in the original text, “How are halberds whistling like riffs creak, how the sailor whispers“ God, keep! ”, And sings completely differently. The author’s punctuation is preserved.