Текст песни Мутант Ъхвлам - Пращуры

Hello friend, welcome to the small circle
kind hands, loud phrases, fast legs, bright eyes,
the highest standards, clear minds, warm hearts, the best sons,
Zodiac sign: Sagittarius, song without words, good father, good catch
there's a dead man around the corner, nightmares from dreams, we're all here for one thing,
sat on the carousel and cling to the bottom, randomly in Russian fields,
in them we will leave with a horse and you will not find them with fire,
I will hear you from a thousand and recognize you from a million,
on TV Evgeniy Leonov
gets used to the role like a chameleon,
whoever is with us is in the know, a healthy spirit in the body,
flipping through the pages, counting the losses from wet eyelashes, glasses fogged up,
Whatever you dream about at night, we’ll divide it in the morning.
Times are changing
Children don't play football in the yard
You don't brew a drink after work
The pho bo is getting cold
Don't be ashamed of what happened before
Dust on your palm, you're young
While eternal, everyday soap opera,
bell ringing in the evening
Soaked with milk to throw up in the morning
I am the sword, you are the sheath.is it worth going out of your way
The cards are revealed, my forests are filled with blackbirds and otters
I hated being on the complex; the simplest became
Space trousers are equal in all directions, brewing a thermos, escaping from Thanos,
Silver bullet
Mercury is in Mars.
There is no demand for this.Datura for young Castanedas.
I'm sober like the ancient Rus
Who went barefoot into the sea of dew
Even before Jesus came
They are ashamed of your powdered noses
The pockmarked dwarf will tempt the tusser
Any chicken will cook
The world still spins even if you don't like it
Winking conspiratorially at the sleeping ancestors
Even if he's only hallucinating
In the eye of the beholder
New luxury in kokoshniks with borscht sparkles
Slaves give birth a little - we need more
Hip-hop on spoons
compassionate hostages of kites,
Pecking liver
Revolutionary list
Now we're running on a chain
Evil spirits drive their dicks through the provinces
Well, you're not the first
Shoulder to each other in the crowd
Let's say a warm hello, Sergeant.
Strongholds of autocracy
Floors creaking, rusty pipe
Slaves gave birth little
Not like before
Great Ancestors
One hundred kilometers to school on foot
And you look at the root, you speak poorly, they feed you,
another leader in a coma,
There's a stalk in the ass, a knife in the throat... But comments
They say we were eaten up by a despot, childhood
there is no place for dreams of happiness
No longer a man - “Special means”.
Sun across the puddles, jump and jump
And my weapon is an endoscope,
Let me see what happens
Amur fragment,
A better future
And no time for excavations,
And not spent
The gentlemen have money,
A corner is shining for someone, hit it to the fibers,
Will smell coal in the swamps, this shout from the windows
Savings account, contract,
And then the tramp became a praying mantis,
I saw where I was aiming, like the wind
Flew
Stick some broccoli on my cheek
The drives burst
Faded lightning in an ice hole
Tell me where he took Molotov
If you press for a long time, can you catch a perch?
for gold, as many winters as
I will squeeze the bare motives,
To replace the orioles,
A dove will fly
You look into the water
Hanging out with a deck of cards
And I dream of hackneyed rhythms