Текст песни Oxxxxymiron - Nevalyashka

From point A to point B, a pale youth came out with a burning gaze.
On the way, I got a little fat, drank my armor, married a washerwoman
Every second there is a swarm of them, and the squad will not notice the loss of a soldier
And I learned life from the dead, like a Danish prince from the shadow of his father.
They say you need to become tolerant
Observe the memorandum in order.
Knowing all the frames and the table of ranks, but you don't need to boomerang back - it's too early.
The world is still the same, but apart from the fact that you blame the soles and leave the race.
This doubt - a louse - crawls under the skin through cuts in the shell.
You seem to be making money. What do others rub them into the gums?
And around only thorns, and thorns, and thorns, damn it, when there are already stars ?!
Through the windbreak and thorns of the border forests, as usual.
Someone has a key to success
But someone has a crowbar and a master key.
Smoke, forgotten faces at the entrance.
It's surprisingly easy to be your own.
Only everything does not sit still.
I'm going to be a hyperactive teenager.
So the hell to feel sorry for yourself
Less useless reflections and more reflexes.
When a clear goal is set, empty wanderings become a quest.

Because it takes us even further, even longer
Everything is not the same as before, the ice is getting thinner.
There are fewer of us
And even though it's hard
The strongest survives, but the tumbler wins.

Our creator either flapped his ears, or did not fumble with a current.
And we were born in the wrong age
In a cold country, in the wrong hemisphere.
We remember every word
Connoisseurs ... that crystal owls do not shine.
It is important to study, endure and not piss - a sanitary zone.
They say humility is good.
I would probably disappear for a year.
So long, if not for the crowds that they would write a statement against me in The Hague.
The world is still the same, but except that you almost give up and sink to the bottom.
But this is it. They say that shit doesn't sink.
And though you are half-dead, you remember: there is a golden fleece on the other side, and it's worth it.
Everything is allegorical here, but in my heart I don’t fuck how to tell others this.
Straight ahead, as usual, only now without inseparable and without bosom.
Chips are even handy, because you no longer need to be something in quotes.
There is free swimming. You have swam, and only a penny is bleeding ...
There are pitfalls everywhere, but I heard the water wears away the stone.
So fuck yourself sorry
To hell with reflection, things will change quickly.
While someone is fleeing, a trickster suddenly appears from somewhere.
And leads us

Even further, even longer
Everything is not the same as before, the ice is getting thinner.
There are fewer of us
And even though it's hard
The strongest survives, but the tumbler wins.

One day you will wake up and you will understand: this is just the end of childhood.
Behind the crossings and versts, crossroads, copses.
How many years I passed overgrown, how many whined, how many believed chimeras.
Then there was a feast during the plague, and we had love during the cholera.
Whatever happens.
A bunch of destinies, those who are not led by the same as Scrooge
This is my way, I'm a pack mule on it, and I don't care that a cunning drone is buzzing.
We climbed so fast, then we quickly fell
But here either up a sheer wall, or down a spiral.