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Oh, to this music
It's really great to get drunk
on fake whiskey.
This is a special aesthetics of hopelessness.
Today I love everything Russian.
This man has been dead for a long time,
but he was devilishly smart.
I adore such impossibly strict minds.
So now we'll get drunk together.

Yes, to his own songs.
He died to his own song,
this is perfectionism, really.
Yes, you didn't expect eroticism,
Did you?
But I'll add another note now.
"..They should feel the power.."? ? ?
Confidential installation? Yes? Sorry.
Well, in general, this is abuse and gross manipulation.
Of course,
what else is art, to be honest?
And really.

What, mattress, do you love me?
And I'm a woman, is that okay?
And do you hope to meet Christ here
Having sent your beloved to war?
No, there is no Christ here, bride,
With burning lamps,
but I can be for Satan,
He is not there either.

Oh, you wanted an apology for yourself
Well, in life I am a beautiful woman,
You will not like me.
But I will be anyone for you.
But do you want to see your husband?
Really?

Succubi do not strangle anyone,
no need to invent.
Do you want to see your husband?
Really, the mattress?
But you sold it for money.
Incubi come in dreams.
Sorry, it seems we made a mistake.

We will call you, but I do not think
that you will remember and be happy.
These worlds are hard to explain.
No, there are no closed doors for us.
If your heart is pure.

Do you love me? Really, me?
I will find anyone, wherever he is.
But I will not look for you.
Your lies are too fundamentally false.

Yes, today I love everything truly Russian.
No, not you, my dear, I don't need a passport
To see the lie of your heart.

But you want an ideal lover here?
And how did you send him away to die?
And hope that Christ would have
His face after that?
That's not logical, my dear.
This is a slightly different place.
Hooves instead of sandals, is that acceptable?

And you bought a corset? And came to me in it?
And you want an apology for your belief in your rightness?
But you don't believe in it yourself. Do you like the military?
Sorry, my dear, it's only me here.

But my name is Miyamoto No Kami, by the way.
No Kami. Yes.
Haven't you heard of the Five Rings? Of course. Well, the god of war - it doesn't matter.
Guan Yu is also a god, but I think... it doesn't matter.
It's not just me, of course, there's that musician too.
"Apology of Ignorance
Mythology of Optimism.."

His name is Yegor!
His name is Robert Paulson!
His name is Yegor Letov!
A worn-out mattress, you just have to know.

Well, he died for you and now he's surprised by your corset.
Darling, you forgot to tear off the "insert it between my buns" label.
No, Yegor, you're wrong,
a lady's corset is normal. You didn't give your life in vain.
But you, a woman, came to us in vain today.

Oh, a lighter can strike twenty times, but we'll get fire.
Today we just love everything Russian.
Yegor, you knew in advance, don't pretend to be depressed.
We won't cry for them.
You didn't expect that, did you? Well, there you go.
Yes, these mattresses simply didn't know these songs,
otherwise they would be me and you
But they don't know.
Ouija, who are you meeting there?
What kind of corsets?
I will be finished off because of you.

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