Grazhdanskaya Oborona - Russkoe pole eksperimentov (Русское поле экспериментов) ( Tradução para Inglês)

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The Russian Field of Experiments

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To torture your flesh with a heartwarming knife.
To torture your flesh with a heartwarming knife.
Before the blood pinched voluntary fingers,
While bravely savouring lollipops.
Purposeful to stuff your pockets
With dead pups, living dicks,
Chocolate sweets
And miraculous fucking hits.
 
On the patriarchal dump of the outdated concepts,
Used images and polite words.
Take one's own life to destroy the whole world!
Take one's own life to destroy the whole world!
 
Eternity smells like oil...
Eternity smells like oil...
 
Compassionate laughter, like a frost,
Compassionate laughter, like a frost,
Compassionate laughter, like a frost
Falls nicely on, on, on
 
The Russian Field of Experiments
The Russian Field of Experiments
The Russian Field of Experiments
The Russian Field of Experiments
 
The geography of meannes,
The orthography of hate,
The apology of ignorance,
The mythology of optimism,
The laws of the virtue howitzer,
The notable feast of prudence.
The mouth of the child says a pit!
The mouth of the child says a bullet!
 
Eternity smells like oil!
Eternity smells like oil!
 
Compassionate laughter, like a frost,
Compassionate laughter, like a frost,
Compassionate laughter, like a frost
Falls nicely on, on, on
 
The Russian Field of Experiments
The Russian Field of Experiments
The Russian Field of Experiments
The Russian Field of Experiments
 
The excellence to be superfluous like me,
The excellence to be loved like a noose,
The excellence to be global like a baked apple,
The adeptness to step aside in time,
The adeptness to be outsider,
The adeptness to be outsider...
 
The newest medium for cleaning ovens
Of the suffocated with their own free will,
The newest medium for cleaning ropes
Of the nasty smell of unwashed necks,
The newest medium to find the guilty...
The newest medium to find the guilty...
 
The Russian Field of Experiments
The Russian Field of Experiments
The Russian Field of Experiments
The Russian Field of Experiments
 
Behind the open door there is emptiness,
It means that somebody has come for you,
It means now someone nee-nee-ne-needs you.
It's snowing, and it's snowing...
Russian field emits snow...
Some were buried in packaging of small eyes,
Some were buried in packaging of sheet.
 
And as for the young bull having been killed at the slaughter
It's everyone's joy, everyone's pride,
Everyone's hate, everyone's will,
Everyone's will and everyone's old age.
 
To fill up the grave with yourself
That means "to inherit the land"!
What does mean, "to inherit the land"?
It means to exhaust patience!
 
Q.E.D.
Q.E.D.
 
Through the eyehole, through the keyhole...
Brilliant minds, world little wars,
Unofficial world owners,
Enameled parts of the head systems.
The instinctive volunteers
In the name of the universe and bread crust,
People with a big "P"...
The word "people" is written with a capital letter!!
 
Swastika of faith pulled faces down,
The Babylon hornbook sticked to the fingers.
The historically justified method of
Devouring the raw soil.
 
Isn't it what we need?
Isn't it what we need?
Isn't it what we ne-ne-ne-need?!
 
And in the morning they inevitably woke up,
Not cold, not soiled,
Called things with their names,
Sowed kind, reasonable, eternal.
All is sown, all is named,
Bon appetite - honor to honor.
For the first course - fruits of knowledge,
And for the second course - bloody boys.
 
The order-bearing Lord of the victorious world,
Honored Lord of the red-flag of fear,
The holly holiday for the right people,
Sharp sickle for the ripe spikes.
 
The pit as the principle of motion to the Sun.
One can't spoil his porridge with tears, no.
 
The sleigh full of girl's disgrace,
The sheet full of boy's stench.
Girl's eyes, cuckoo's tears,
And also many other various objects.
 
So who was killed in the main battle,
Who was killed in the brilliant defeat
For a full cup of pity
In the Stalingrad Battle of frenzied lust?!
 
The plane grinned into smithereens
On the tubercle of the Promised Land.
The plane grinned into smithereens
On the tubercle of the Promised Land.
 
And as for my love - I with one's own hand
Freed it from all future inevitable troubles,
Lured it with a gingerbread,
Lured it with a gingerbread,
Raped it with a drunk cruel boot
And hang up on a cloud, like a child
His unloved doll!
His unloved doll!
His unloved doll!
His unloved doll!
 
Compassionate laughter, like a frost,
Compassionate laughter, like a frost
Compassionate laughter, like a frost
Falls nicely on, on, on
 
The Russian Field of Experiments
The Russian Field of Experiments
The Russian Field of Experiments
The Russian Field of Experiments
 
Eternity smells like oil...
Eternity smells like oil...
Eternity smells like oil...
Eternity smells like oil...
 
Adicionado por Софья Краева em Terça-feira, 13/03/2018 - 13:16
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