Текст песни Самое большое простое число - Кулич

Ring finger touching the century
You say: & quot; I have someone in there & quot ;.
I - with a broken head cripple
Easter cake carry this message.

Someone is - alive, I mean.
I shout to passers-by, sticking out his chest peacock
So happiness is crying freak,
When the roll into a jar of formalin.

Easter fell on the last snow,
Falls in the hope to turn into a snowbank.
I now do not quite human,
I broke the bank on the sprawling forehead.

The air froze thousands of points.
On a crowded street stand open-mouthed.
Rolled up in a jar, devoid of shells
Cries of grief in formalin freak.

She laughs with him, and you laugh too.
I'll be with you laugh and have fun.
So bolshelobogo with sallow skin
No anonymous, all five little fingers.

& Quot; I have someone that is & quot; - Four words,
Silly smile: that in his forehead, that on his forehead.
Eggshell over and over again
I bet in formalin of the glass bulb.

& Quot; cake - it's just a piece of dough & quot; -
I scream with laughter passersby
So currently there is no place.
Ugly in formalin, the flask makes faces.

All night stand, throwing open his coat.
Thousands of points of accelerated progress.
Kulich, shell. Without it - it's not something
Without it, I'm just a freak in formalin.

I did a little like a man.
Four words paralysis.
Ring finger touching the century
You devoured the entire Easter cake.