UNNV (УННВ)：Meaning of Мимо Сказки Songmeaning

The song "Мимо Сказки" by UNNV (УННВ) is a collaboration with MarikMarakesh, Anq, and Crash. The lyrics are in Russian. Here is the English translation of the lyrics: [UNNV:] Once upon a time, there lived a grandfather and grandmother, They ate porridge with milk, Living unaware that their grandson is an idiot. [MarikMarakesh:] A fairy tale is not idiots or lubricant, And on my face, I have a mask like a terrorist. Like an ichthyandrus in flippers, like a paste on the face, I am tender only because I erase with "Lasking." Now I will recite a fairy tale about how beautiful life is, About how to repaint the burning house with fresh paint. An open fracture of the arm cannot be hidden under a bandage, And our heads are slightly different, they cannot be concealed under a helmet. In Wonderland, children do not need garters, Disabled people in wheelchairs start the 100-meter race. Your soul is dancing in epilepsy today, And there is a lot of bloody stuff in your coloring pages. Ivan Archer shoots arrows through veins, "ba-bah," The Emelya sitting here is on white, not on stoves. Love and miracles are in Las Vegas, And it's not fear, the call is over. Hello Kitty in red boots. [Anq:] Beware, we haven't seen each other in 100 years, Britney Spears, a fairy tale or syphilis. Just wrap yourself up, my plan, a blunt. I turn my brain into a tank myself, are you a major or a sergeant? Don't worry, they will decide everything for you there, They will decide everything for your ass looking for a way back. You're glad, I'm glad, I'm inadequate, wasted, Without water in the mind, hiding treasures like pirates. I make hub, away from dirty hands, 4 strange letters, antidepressant sound. Are you ready to dance, rushing like a jig Nissan, Trusting only the scales, hits below the belt. Your bonus is in my pants, The sweater smells like a scan, I'm cutting faces of concrete. Dew made of plastic. You are familiar with the voices, I smoke and I haven't quit. Here is Marik, Crash, and Yura Loza. I can't live without an overdose, explode before it's too late. I'm a cockroach from a toaster, I'm like a landslide. I'll be here for a long fucking time (I'm going fucking crazy...) In search of a sober high. (Fuck, I'm fucking tired of this shit) In search of a sober high, friends from space, Just don't worry. [Crash:] Hello micron buddies, everyone smokes wagons, With a steam shovel, hydroponics, crushing in smiles, corrals, Turn it on, turn on the BS-talker, The helmet is just for fun. Where did Vyatka go, and there is no end to coming. The box for the brain is broken, twisting on the chrome rotator. I love you, Mother Nature, the soul doesn't need anything else. We create our own with our own hands, Where the beauty of the entire planet is, let's live in prosperity. Oh, Monami, let's make ourselves Miami, Zraki schmygaut (?), you're just (?) Boyarsky squeaks with his mustache, Missoni towers sway. I will put all the dirt of the fake world somewhere in spam, Brain explosion according to the program, the body stuffed with mushrooms. I'm not from your stories, where everyone sold out with pretenses. Pedal spinning, in my pocket, there's a sense-absorber without nonsense. I cunningly lived while smiling, pull your minds to say goodbye.