Текст песни Mc Mif - Уховёртка

many people write with pomp, comp-language, this pump does not crumble, releases albums in any way to me, who half a year quietly sits in the catacomb, who stores opium in the trench, a broken bit of a city, and not copies, home-grown dope, not a heaped top -hit in the field that was drunk, in addition, twin cities turned to each other backwards, even in introtile his style effortlessly presented a picture how the silage rewrote, reborn, life traced to gray hair, shed a tear, in old age I'll take an old stylet, on the way to the Paladin I will go through all this almost sur, beat the beads in front of the pigs? - Everyone is passing through the third century, under the sign of a collision of the worlds, pray, yo, into business with two vetal and a myth, you are captivated from innovators, and the drop of water that you poured out today could save your life tomorrow, yes, eyes open, life moves back to the feudal system, a distant formation, a thunderstorm over the three, the prediction of the cashier is sold in the bazaar, times are strange, vague, wanderers, companions on the big road in space are confusing the countries, wagging the uninspired, as if they are paid for this work, with screens on weekdays indignant grannies, on the color we are haunted by ghouls, smoking such rubbish that the chickens are dying, sometimes a shot will break out in the village - that's life in real life, but in parallel time flows in another dimension, behind ancient rails, burning boiler houses, in copses, where wolves and bears, in old shooting ranges , hruschovka, slums, even in huts from the spruce, abandoned beaches, where you lie down, and do not feel earthly friction, burden, time, human tribe, but only the process of burning underground peat - divorced from the world, in sandy quarries, spitting on a career, fifty-fifty half-people, half-beasts on their territory they sit in front of the monitors, steal other people's tunes, put everything on everything and everything according to their methods, drive the leader, avoid symposiums, klobrodjat mind, then live in the winter, weave homonyms for language sumo, "they are the scum of civilization," "just neurotic, shame of the nation, "they sor? - but why their horizons are wide, and yours - the pass between the paragraphs, our tsunami is worthless, there is nowhere to go, the shares are growing in price, the administration "Who are these some people doing trepanation of the new century?" vetal-maniac and mythologies fired from guns, you are a parody of us down the mound roll, we are knights of verbiage ...