Текст песни Oхxxymiron - Переплетено

[Oxxxymiron]:
Everything is intertwined, but a sea of ​​threads!
Pull the thread, a ball will follow.
This world is a spindle, matches zero;
The thread is either a string, or for a bowstring battle.

Everything is bound in a single skein,
A thread lump and not a chintz.
Tumbleweed is driving a breeze from the sky.
Everything is intertwined, but not predetermined!

This picture of the world of those who
Yours have long resisted, like a sect.
After all, everything does not have a single architect.
Everything is intertwined, here I am destined to die a heretic.

Your picture of the world is a grid,
Cloth, textile napkin,
Like a weaver or a seamstress;
But everything is intertwined - by itself, on one side, diagonally.

Everything is intertwined! Certificate in hand
What is holding back the brain, only the heart doesn’t.
My city is tired, mending power for despots.
In the context, a causal relationship appears.

And there - everything is intertwined! Everywhere Satyricon.
Inaction of the law with the assistance of icons.
Kill if you are not a cop and if you are not a power -
The miracle ointment will not save our city.

Although everything is intertwined, time and time pressure,
Death still life, bed officer affairs turnover,
But everyone in his body is alone - a slave owner and a Zealot,
But the city is a layer cake.

Know that the world is essentially simple: Do not borrow!
Do not bid! guard the shelter!
Don't * bang your head, don't say gop!
Take care of loonies, strangers, heretics. After all, everything is intertwined:

Telik and terror, With a church brothel and casino;
Cartels, the orphanage from the city hall is dark,
Where is the antipode to this whole system, if with money for shit.
Concerns make a patent for antidote,

Here - without understanding the whole ecosystem categories,
These boobies share everything as a board of directors.
But classrooms, favelas, dens, city council,
Political strategists, creditors, synod -

The whole picture of the world of those who
Yours have long been opposed as a sect.
After all, everything does not have a single architect.
Everything is intertwined, here I am destined to die a heretic.

Your picture of the world - mesh, canvas, textile napkin;
Like a weaver or a seamstress!
Everything is intertwined, by itself, to hell with what, obliquely.

Everything is intertwined. Certificate in hand
That I keep my nose higher, only my heart on the run.
Fiercely wants spring, blindly on the edge, lucid dreams,
Flashbacks, deja vu, the devil will break his leg;

And even Astaroth, still jumping-jump,
From island to island, tire service and pit stop,
And then - you can’t see the stops,
Until the enemy breaks our legs with a bones,

That’s how we live - and so we’ll die,
We fertilize this mountain by ourselves, becoming its coal.
Not a good slave or rebel in this city,
This is the cycle of nature, the eagle eats worms -

And then, the worms - the eagle, everything is intertwined,
Introduce halftones to their black and white movie,
Shades and colors, leviathan is a hippopotamus,
Whether the mayor is just a gray cardinal, and here we are - a whole legion!

Everything is intertwined, a lion and a capricorn, with a virgin taurus and a scorpion,
Sagittarius or Aquarius in the twins.
There are no esoterics, son, they’re going to war on the neighbors,
If the population has sperm toxicosis.

Let not understanding all my theories,
The conspiracy therapists are making of us, they say: we barely make a pot!
But whose drug empire do you think is in the arteries of the city
Chases these recycled waste containers
Mined under the mountain ore
Sold over the hill while at home in the laboratories,
From its own waste, by processing
They drive the very same drug, called Horus, into the people!

[Recording on an answering machine | Kira]:
Well, how did you go to the Guru? Do you also crave the mayor’s blood now?
In general, there is little funny, of course ...
I told you that this is your mysterious Alice,
You will not bring to good?

Yes, where do you even have time to flirt with the radicals?
Although, if it inspires you, and again you write at least something ...
By the way, you will have a great opportunity ...

In short!
May my husband and I, the only time in our lives we get out of the house;
Sit with Nick, okay? He will be chopped off quickly, and you -
Can you calmly finish Polygon, or as you said there?
And then, I honestly don’t remember the last time I read something of yours.