In the ocean of my soul I created a new strange world,
where I can fly among saint-planets. Fire of red stars is cold!
In the sea, where the time is off, octopus Rachmaninoff 
Wrote Symphony number three, 
When in Atlantis all the light [bad word] free! 

Hey! listen to tv and the [bad word] radio!
This is not what you're waiting for?!!
Even Neptune [bad word] fool like never before,
In his TV young fish is like [bad word] 

let the music sound in my heart!
these notes on paper as a great art!

What's at the bottom of the ocean happened?
What has happened? What has happened?
Good and bad we must to split!
Are you ready? [bad word] THIS [bad word] !!

Pop music eats their little minds, 
But in this fight I'm not ready to surrender!
That's why Viktor Pelevin in each story says !! [bad word] !! As Kurt Cobain's fender!

That night I overheard a night dream of God,
And wrote the music, that you have never heard!
It's so cool!

And when I dream, my music draws the purest light blue sky.
The ocean of my soul [bad word] my home... I don't know, why?
And my soul [bad word] with the universe! in tears of real happiness are my eyes!
Check out these beautiful low sounds!
Pop singers, you know, I [bad word] your mouths!