Текст песни Кооператив Ништяк - Гаер

Gaer turns green in the morning, leaves strive through the skin,
He stares in amazement at the reptilian eyes.
A dangerous razor moves in the jacket’s breast pocket
“Where you fall asleep, the Motherland will be there,” pour wax from the coat of arms of the family.

Through the absurdity of the substances of the cosmos Sullen looks into his soul,
And at the bottom of the river, Browning is hiding, silently gnawed by carps.
Legs turn into cutlets - something awaits them in the future ...
Celtic songs motifs proud of us dolphins in the face yelling ...

Eyes burst under pressure, a drunken guard, like a cat on a pier,
The fins on the skull have sprouted, the gills have sprouted somewhere inside,
On the pier, a crowd of John Lennons, to what did the mystic bring them,
Only heads are on the surface - the sands swept us ...

Thoughts turn into gingerbread cookies, they are dragged along the nests with croaking
One-legged John Silver, one-eyed ghouls.
And the speakers stick out of the windows - of them the eunuchs howl under the grunt,
Doors of space open - it means still ahead ...