Век сошёл с ума, Как много всякого

Век сошёл с ума,
Как много всякого дерьма,
И эта дама, как пиковая,
У Пушкина, только теперь она
В руках Адама.
Вырываем страницы истории,
Да ма, как не печально,
Смирись ведь сын сошёл с ума,
Двери сняты с петель,
Удары моих рифм мыслей, пробьют
И вылетят с треском поверь,
Мне не оставили выбора,
Тише, тише я закрываю глаза,
Билет в один конец на бора-бора.
Мэн нам пора, уходим, оставив в памяти картину желтого осеннего двора, зацепи бухла,
Сижек до полна, рюкзак на спину,
Оставь в прошлом эту рутину,
Это как знаешь, палить по головам,
А после свалить в Аргентину.
Помнишь Сережу скотину?
Забудь, прошлое сожгли мы всё,
Оставив лишь пепел от сиги,
Право, прошу не читай книги, ты слишком умен для этого мира,
Это когда мозги умника,
Система рубит рапирой.
Это диких ос рой,
Тут надо думать головой,
Смотри не перепутай с жопой.

Результаты (английский) 1:

21 crazy, How much any crap, And this lady as the peak, Pushkin, only now itIn the hands of Adam.Pulling out of the pages of history, Yes Ma, as not sad Humble yourself because son crazy, Door removed from loops, Blows my rhyming thoughts, strikesAnd believe me, with a snap closure I left no choice, Hush, hush, I close my eyes, One way ticket to Bora Bora.Maine, it is time for us to leave, leaving memory picture yellow autumn yard, zacepi beer, Sižek to full, backpack on his back, Leave in the past, this routine It's like, you know, pop off the heads, But after toppling in Argentina.Do you remember Him cattle?Forget the past we burned everything, Leaving only ashes from SIGI, Right, I didn't read the books, you're too smart for this world, This is where the clever brains, System hacks rapier.This wild OS Roy, You've got to think a head Look no pereputaj with the asshole.

Результаты (английский) 2:

Century crazy,
Like a lot of shit,
and this lady as the peak,
Pushkin, only now it is
in the hands of Adam.
Pull up the page history,
Yes Ma, but sadly,
Humble yourself because the son has gone mad,
doors taken off the hinges,
Blows my rhyming thoughts, strikes
and fly with a bang believe me,
I had no choice,
Hush, hush, I close my eyes,
one-way ticket on-bora bora.
Man it's time, leaving, leaving in memory picture yellow autumn yard, hooked booze,
Sizhek to full backpack on his back,
leaving behind the routine,
It's like you know, shoot at their heads,
And after the overthrow in Argentina.
Remember Sergei cattle?
Forget the past burned all of us,
leaving only ashes from whitefish,
right, please do not read books, you're too smart for this world,
This is when wiseacre brains
system cuts rapier.
This wild wasps swarm
you've got to think a head,
do not mix up with the ass.

Результаты (английский) 3:

century crazyhow much shitand the lady, the queen of spades.from pushkin, only now shein the hands of adam.pulling the pages of history.yeah ma, how not sadyour son"s gone crazy.the door off the hingesblows my rhyming thoughts, strikesand go out with a bang, believe meleave me no choicehush, hush, i close my eyesa one-way ticket to bora bora.the isle of man we gotta go, let"s go, leaving the memory picture of yellow autumn court, hit the booze.сижек to full pack on his backleave in the past, this routine.that"s how you know, shooting heads.and then go to argentina.remember serozha cattle?forget the past burned it.leaving only ashes from sigi.the right, please do not read the book, you"re too smart for this worldthis is when the brain smart assthe system then рапирой.this wild os royyou"ve got to use your head.don"t be confused with the anus.