Дневник Роршаха - 12 октября 1985-го - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

“The diary of Rorshah. October 12, 1985.

Dog carcass in the alley in the morning, a trace of tires on a torn belly.

This city is afraid of me. I saw his true face. The streets are a continuation of the waste ditches, and the ditches are filled with blood and, when the drains are finally clogged, all this scum will begin to sink.

When the accumulated dirt of lust and murders will foam to the waist, all whores and politicians look up and resume: “Save us!” Well, I whisper: "No."

Now the whole world stands on the edge, looking down, in a damn bake. All these liberals, intellectuals are sweet -haired talkers, and for some reason, suddenly, no one knows what to say.

This terrible city is under me. He yells like a cattle -beam, full of mentally retarded children, and night stinks of fornication and unclean conscience. ”