Текст песни Oxxxymiron - Тентакли

At the supermarket shelves - a hustle, in bars - a crush;
Although this year is no longer on the nose like a wart.
Mice dig holes under the floor. The person in the house opposite
In a white double-glazed window frame, like a Polaroid.

Wild landscape, outside the window booming cries - courage,
Hiparis don't come here to buy in a vintage boutique.
If you set “Kenning Town” on the Wiki, it’ll throw
The article that there is a complete * opa - Nicki Minaj.

And a dead cat flies into a bucket of waste,
Work with income at the funeral home of lost property.
I burned bridges without letting them cool; forgot shame and shame
Like a convent. Tell me, how can I be cheerful?

But you are all subtle, aren't you?
You would only have films, Cannes, loud performances;
And in my closet - on the shelves of the icon and pentacle;
And to * onch - I need: whips, Japanese women and tentacles.

Chorus:
I climbed on the go, and even if it’s lost here,
Cross on the hump, flight is a taboo;
It is unknown to anyone reading out the text of Vagabund,
Until there is a place in the coffin.

I climbed on the go, and even if it’s lost here,
Cross on the hump, flight is a taboo;
It is unknown to anyone reading out the text of Vagabund,
Until there is a place in the coffin.

Around: hanygi, sounds of fights, screams.
In the yards, like cats, hucksters sniff.
Darkness, glare. Pak, Biggie winks from the wall,
McDuck City, the finale of another chapter of the book.

What the asshole promise - do not believe it! After all, life
- short, full of suffering, ends in death.
And I realized that everything is neither this nor that. Smoke is everything:
Married, got settled, quit, washed off.

Is hell waiting for me at the churchyard? Yes, throw it like bones.
There was an agnostic, from anger he became like a Gnostic.
- What? I entered a symbiosis with this swamp,
Like a young man with a raccoon, a senate with a synod, a cathode with an anode.

I know I’m lacking self-organization,
After all, I can only complain and snap.
Dust and insects are everywhere ...
If I studied people, I would be a parasitologist.

Chorus:
I climbed on the go, and even if it’s lost here,
Cross on the hump, flight is a taboo;
It is unknown to anyone reading out the text of Vagabund,
Until there is a place in the coffin.

I climbed on the go, and even if it’s lost here,
Cross on the hump, flight is a taboo;
It is unknown to anyone reading out the text of Vagabund,
Until there is a place in the coffin.

I didn’t do a damn thing, I just lived and the children
Draw on the pavement in chalk the outline of the body.
Someone else will go out with a mob around the garden,
Dance Macabre, I’ll invite the bony one to the side.

They tell me that I’m already writing, like Smokey Mo,
Some hints, they say, are more painful than Pokémon.
With Pinocchio in silent movies or hipster prose,
* wow, a bit confuses thoughts like a prozak.

Chorus:
I climbed on the go, and even if it’s lost here,
Cross on the hump, flight is a taboo;
It is unknown to anyone reading out the text of Vagabund,
Until there is a place in the coffin.

I climbed on the go, and even if it’s lost here,
Cross on the hump, flight is a taboo;
It is unknown to anyone reading out the text of Vagabund,
Until there is a place in the coffin.