The Russian field of experiments

The Russian field of experiments

(E. Letov)

To test your flesh with a painful knife

Squeeze to the blood your voluntary fingers

Proudly sucking on loly-pop candies

Aim fully filling up your greedy pockets

With dead mice and organic dicks

With cho-co-late candies

And unnatural fallouts

On the patriarchic junk yard of old understandings

Of used images and polite words

By killing yourself to destroy the world

To kill yourself and destroy the world

Oil smells like eternity

Just like dew your heart racing laugh

Just like dew it races your heart

Just like dew your heart racing laugh

Just like dew it races your heart

Is proudly falling on -the-

Russian field of experiments

Geography of tricks, orthography of hatred

Apology of misbehaving, mythology of optimism

Holy bullet belts of good and bad

Famous partying of right and wrong

The trap is speaking with the lips of a child

With the lips of a child preaches the bullet

Oil smells like eternity

Just like dew your heart racing laugh

Just like dew it races your heart

Just like dew your heart racing laugh

Just like dew it races your heart

Is proudly falling on -the-

Russian field of experiments

The techniques to be extra just like me

The technique to be liked just like a noose

The technique to be global like a baked apple

The technique to step off to the side in time

An art to be an outsider

The art to be outside

The newest soap for cleaning stoves

From those who voluntarily chocked

The newest method for cleaning ropes

From that disgusting smell of unwashed necks

It’s the newest method to find the guilty

The newest method to find the guilty

On the Russian field of experiments

Russian field of experiments

Behind the open door there is emptiness

This means than someone is here for you

This means that you’re now being

Needed, needed by someone else

And the snow keeps falling and falling and falling

The Russian field is consuming the snow

Ones were buried in a set of eyeballs

Others were buried in a newspaper stack

And the fact that some bully was tortured around

For that the global happiness, and global pride

Global faithfulness, global willingness

The global willingness to globally age

To fill the grave to the top with yourself

This is what means to continue ourselves

So what does it mean to continue our race?

It just means to waste patients

All that was needed to be proved

Is this what we really want?

Through the door peep-hole, through the crack of a lock

Came the genius thoughts and the genius wars

Unofficial umbilical cords of the earth

The plague of confusing mind systems

Instinctively laborious volunteers

In the name of the universe and a crumb of bread

“People” is written with a capital letter

The word “people” spells with a capital letter

Swastika’s faith has been wiped off all faces

The Babylonian alphabet got stuck on our fingers

A historically excused method

Is the consumption of earth’s raw soil

Is this what we’re in need of?

Is this what we really need?

They woke up in the morning with no going back

Didn’t catch a cold, didn’t get tired

Called things with their proper names

Planted a kind and a smart eternity

Planted everything, named everything

Dinner is ready, only honor-by-honor

First there were apples of knowledge

And the came about the bloody fingers

The prize-carrying god of thin victorious world

The earned god of that red-flagged fear

The right party for righteous citizens

A sharpened sickle for grown up wheat steams

A grave like a principle of our wave to the sun

Cannot ruin a soup with your own tears

Cannot ruin the soup with your own tears

A sled filled up with girly shyness

Blankets filled up with boyish smells

The eyes of a bird, the tears of a girl

And all other kinds of objects

So tell me who died in that genius battle?

Who died in the genius attack of a battle?

For just a glass full of pity and sorry

Into the fight of Stalingrad into burning lust

For just a boring memory of those courageous times

An airplane smiled into smithereens

Into a bump of forgotten soil

And my love I took voluntarily

And freed from all of her future

Tricked her up close with a sweet candy

Tricked her close up with a sweet candy

Raped her with a dirty, merciless boot

And hung her up on a cloud just like a child

With his/her/doll that he/she didn’t like

Oil smells like eternity

Just like dew your heart racing laugh

Just like dew it races your heart

Just like dew your heart racing laugh

Just like dew it races your heart

Is proudly falling on -the-

Russian field of experiments