Сети [Seti] [English translation]

From Kolovrat[1] to Shabbat[2]...

From Colorado to penal bat[3]...

To whom "Ice 9", to whom grandfather 8,

all the best to children, all the worst to adults.

Someone New Year, someone an old asshole,

somewhere there is a hail, somewhere "Grad" shoots,

and you, come on, be happy, as if eats butirate...

Ah? Wha? Dancing, knit a bow on the ass.

The Moscow Khaganate, the world caliphate,

there'll be hell, digging holes - all will not have enough shovels.

Give the Ipad to pawnshop, buy the "Saiga" and oyster mushroom...

Ah? Wha? Dancing, licking a bow on the ass.

And in our Deadwood there will come "Shamles"

dance like a Frunzik, in which the demon possessed.

"This train is on fire..." - sings the dining car,

each sheep - its Kurban-bairam[4].

Father, father, our networks brought the dead man -

with a clever finger we twist the news tape from the morning.

Today you, and tomorrow I am.

Today you, and tomorrow I am.

Yesterday was a bird, now a snake.

To whom IPhone and... "Swarovski."

To whom Athos and... Sarovsky.

Gifts of the Magi, gifts of the Danai,

Easter Eggs, Pavlens[5] Eggs...

There are jokes - Pelevin[6], here the terrible Prilepin[7],

to whom Angela Merkel, to whom Marin Le Pen,

someone's head on the chest, someone riotous on the stump,

the transmission of the shadow to the wattle fence continues.

And the bale from the foil will not save the brains, anymore...

Okay, Google, what do my enemies look like?

Let's run, run, Forest, run, Forest Gump!

Who does not jump - that Pascal, jump, Forest, jump!

Jump-around, John, everything goes in a circle,

they have nothing in their pocket, a fugue in your plate.

My text rotates clockwise - a crook.

Brother cut his brother, Christ was crucified for you...

Father, father, our networks brought the dead man -

with a clever finger we twist the news tape from the morning.

Today you, and tomorrow I am.

Today you, and tomorrow I am.

Yesterday was a bird, now a snake.

Not separating the grains from the chaff,

After thiev - the thiev, after level - the left.

Repeat, simplify, empty words,

The head is smoke like «Khromaya Loshad»[8].

Father, father, our networks brought the dead man -

with a clever finger we twist the news tape from the morning.

Today you, and tomorrow I am.

Today you, and tomorrow I am.

Today you, and tomorrow I am.

Today I am.

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