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Ivan de Monbrison
Тень прилипла к спине
Но голова начала смеяться,
Есть следы на потолке
Твоя мать в клетке и там
Лает как собака,
Но образ безголового змея
очень быстро сползает в угол.
Театр кукол,
Сумасшедший ест хлеб
Что он сделал из собственной плоти
И который он приготовил в горле,
прежде чем сразу убрать его.
Ты рвешь каждое свое слово
Твои предложения ничего не значат,
И певец поет свою песню
Чью музыку я уже забыл,
После моста
Я бросил пустынный берег,
Куда приходят мертвецы
Пить воду,
которую они не могут там найти.
Shadow stuck to the back
But the head started to laugh,
There are footsteps on the ceiling
Your mother is in a cage
Barking there like a dog
But the image of a headless serpent
very quickly slips into a corner.
Puppet Theatre,
A madman eating bread
Which he made with his own flesh
And which he cooked in his throat,
Before pulling it out.
You rip off every word
Your sentences mean nothing
And the singer sings his song
Whose music I already forgot
After the bridge
I left the deserted shore
Where do the dead go
To drink
A water which they cannot find.
Ivan de Monbrison is indeed a basket case. He actually enjoyed cutting off his own tongue recently in order to give it to the little fish of the nearby river. He has also lost his right leg in 1914 on the German Front, but found it back recently in perfect condition. He generously decided to donate this old bastard of a leg to a Delicatessen down the block, in exchange for small a bite of the owner 's wife tits.