Текст песни Oxxxymiron - Накануне

First Verse:
Silently straighten her blanket
For this, betraying himself anathema.
She came out of the foam leaving a thin imprint of her shoulder on the tile.
And Khan to you, you played out, old fool, that's the whole epitaph.
Darkness falls on the city, the punks fall asleep, the mafia wakes up.

There, under us, poking around,
The anthill opens its mouth like a rottweiler
And teaches to survive in parallel
To how, at that time, those who are above are taught to solve equations.
And while the city is vertically divided,
She grabs mechanically in bed
Without even waking up, my dick
And I smile at her and understand that I’m fatally lost.

And sorry not to hold on for a moment,
The rest of the night before the final fall
After all, tomorrow will turn everything upside down
Tomorrow a couple people will not return home,
After all, there are stopudovo tight nests
For those who firmly believe in a place under the sun.
For those who could not look at the stars,
Those who go to the abyss pass themselves.
In two hours and soon the action will begin,
The despot on the mountain became a target of fighting in vain,
It was necessary to flee to flee.
Eh, the night lasts, as the song sings,
And stand the day. I could have imagined a couple of days ago, without foolishness.
Than besides bed sharing, acquaintance,
Now with my girl n * zdets will turn around, brya!

Overhead the sky lights
Like neon slogans
Through a window like panels are visible
LEDs-equipped worlds.
Dawn, the wheel will burn in the sky.
Tomorrow is an evil cheerful sunrise.
You will read about everything in the news,
In the meantime,
Overhead the sky lights
Like neon slogans
Through a window like panels are visible
LEDs-equipped worlds.
Lucky, the garrison will be broken and taken,
Rubicon has been crossed over.
You will read about everything in the news.

The city sleeps on the mountain.
Here is a copy of Gotham with Compton. The windows are visible in the dark
Thieves and cops, the road over the abyss.
Bitter smoke in the water
Moloch works, vaults of the Metropol.
The dark citadel is either a resort or a dystopia.

Guru headquarters - where it is dark, where it is damp, where it is dusty, where there is darkness. So it is here:
Either the throne, or the pit with shit, or the prince, or the slave. And for the slaves
The golden sunrise does not sing, the silver sunset does not call
From far away, the horizon does not blaze for them and there is an unthinkable treasure -

This is only for gentlemen. If you didn’t see what I’m talking about, you are apparently blind.
Come into the light, let the invisible dog attack you not seen the trace.
A cyclone arrives, very soon rain and snow, death and death will fall upon the city.
And I did not understand what it was about, but I just saw it all in a dream, and the words "where we are not."

And the dream dictates in a notebook: "do not waste time", I undertake to write,
Until time pokes back, until the burden blows away like a strand. Time to "pulitzer" to take!
I get up and, hunched over in a chair, scampering afraid, writing thickly with all the dope,
If only I could catch it by morning, because I can get hit by bullets, three sheets - half an hour.

I hear an inner voice. No, not conscience, but my inner hunger,
Who remembers how young and young he was before he was grinded with moloch,
Before the prizes, the mountain, clubs, billboards, magazines, where the meeting was suddenly titled.
Again I am writing a momentary spite. It is getting light. She is sleeping. I wield the word.

Overhead the sky of lights
Like neon slogans.
Through a window, like panels, visible
LEDs-equipped worlds.

Dawn The wheel is burning in heaven.
Tomorrow is an angry and funny sunrise.
You will read about everything in the news,
In the meantime ...

Overhead the sky of lights
Like neon slogans.
Through a window, like panels, visible
LEDs-equipped worlds.

Lucky: the garrison will be broken and taken.
Rubicon has been passed, the deadline has expired.
You will read about everything in the news.