Вересковый мёд - лингвистический спич - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

For several days to a row, I smoothly swing, combinations of verbal outfits and absurd sounds. I got confused in the tissues of the values, I got lost in Syntags - in linguistic entertainment, textual actants and curves of paradigms, strange oxymologians, ZEVGMA and Kalaburas. Chorus: About the great secrets of the great eras, dissolved in the roots, but God sees - the innermost meaning is about to do: like a pickup on the pichali picaps of the Matchki birds. My speech, as a stream - completely ... Do not wash out eyes per night, I repeat in the dawn fog as a pickup on the pygali picham bumps. Whether the world was dissolved in Logos, or the world creates Logos. If God fit into words, then his voice is in them. Our knowledge is vain, in vain - only heavy sighs. This unfortunate law of Synekdi or Metonimia, Interaction, Communication and Polemia is not available to me. Chorus: While I dip in the flows of linguistic styles, there are light in the east, people wake up. A merciless alarm clock shakes the dial in the head, in the head is a Nabat: like a pick-up kitchen kitchen matches a refrigerator ... about the great secrets of the great eras, dissolved in the roots, but God sees - the innermost meaning is about to do ... the intimate sense is about Further ... The intimate sense is about to get ...