In the Ocean of My Soul

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 becomes free!
Hey! Listen to tv and the fucking radio!
This is not what you’re waiting for?!
Even Neptune becomes fool like never before,
In his TV young fish is like whore!
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? FUCK THIS SHIT!
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 FUCK! 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 becomes my home… I don’t know, why?
And my soul fucks with the universe! in tears of real happiness are my eyes!
Check out these beautiful low sounds!
Pop singers, you know, I fuck your mouths!