We are with you,
the trader is with us, Amen.
We are with you,
the trader is with us, Amen.
We are with you, the trader is with us, Amen.
We are with you,
the trader is with us, Amen.
I'm slowly floating around the district,
hanging in the shade on a lantern.
Death is spinning paper nearby,
a fierce sin,
but long ago in the game.
Our game is for the local migraine.
The trunk is lying in its window.
And yesterday,
there is no point in living in the absence of meaning.
Although there are people of cucumber,
people of rats,
people of gnawing.
The mission of death will cover unjustified risks.
When the district is on the district,
when the game is on the game.
You choose the district,
leaving the night,
the darkness,
you are on the other side,
on the corner.
I fell asleep in a confused man under the legs of a bloody stream.
Call the doctor!
But there are so many piranhas and robbers around.
Why did the executioners give birth to us from the hungry,
angry bastards?
The criminal is calling.
* it, I'm a criminal here.
I celebrate the day after every day.
Sasha said, bitch, let's get started.
The water in the pot boiled.
The world froze in a second.
Tears, saliva, everyone splashed.
The trader is with us,
with us,
and we see colorful dreams.
Witch, what awaits us?
You throw the cards.
I swam,
the world swam,
I'm a white whale in this world.
The native district of Vespain is made of panel bedrooms.
And in the very center of it is Stalin's five-story building.
We are from the ruins,
we will destroy their districts for us.
* the salt, more salt.
I'll take you to the bank, like Oleg Gazmanov.
And the day is like a clown.
Not funny and not evil.
No,
he's a terracotta warrior.
He's eaten by the molluscs.
He prays and howls.
He howls and prays.
The butterfly freezes at night on the corner.
The butterfly bathes with its body,
imbued with nail polish.
The butterfly cries, dances without a dress.
The butterfly cries in front of those who pay for the pain.
The butterfly cries.
The butterfly knows that soon it will turn into a gray sea.
Dad is a jack on a PG,
but dad's gun is not a GV. Each of us is not a vest,
but we are not sorry.
Nikola will cover the corner or the armor will be sorry.
I throw off the tails of a scattered urbanistic lizard.
I throw off the tails of a scattered urbanistic lizard.
Life is a bitter thing, I'll make it sweeter.
I kill myself and make it shine.
We are not uncles from Lubyanka,
we are not guys from the Kremlin.
And let your spine be a clown,
we are here to crush you.
It's time for me to go upstairs to my father.
I'll finish playing with the goat in the Nordishka.
The party is coming to an end.
So, brothers, I'll be with you soon.
I had a strange dream yesterday.
I must tell you that I had a strange dream yesterday.
I didn't smile for an hour.
I'm scared because I know what such dreams mean.
Slamin,
the trader, Slamin, Amen.
Slamin,
the trader, Slamin, Amen.
Slamin,
the trader, Slamin, Amen.
He sells us dreams, he lives with us.
Slamin, the trader,
Slamin, Amen.
Slamin,
the trader, Slamin, Amen.
Excuse me, please.
No, you can pay.
Yes, take it.
Now.
It's me, I'm waiting for the car.
Especially when I saw you in bed yesterday.
What was the dream?
The dream
was strange.
You were happy and you were laughing.
And I'm a little scared because I know what these dreams mean.
I understand.
Are you tired?
Yes.
You'll rest and feel better soon.