ХХОС - К слову о тебе - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

— Who the f..k is it? I'm sick of it. What? Hello?

— Mmm, why am I calling? Yeah, today is another drinking party at Von Glien's to celebrate the re-election of our "beloved" mayor

— Bitch... Who gives a f..k? Fuck, second line. Wait, second line

— I'm waiting for a bomb, actually

— Exactly, a fucking battle....

Baby, don't leave the battle

Everything will be cool, everything will be smooth

We'll fight together all the tops of SPIN OFF

No, the videographer (bitch) ditched me

Baby, don't leave the battle

Everything will be cool, everything will be smooth

We'll fight together all the tops of SPIN OFF

No, the videographer ditched me

I never thought I could fall in love

With an opponent after Abbalbisk

But this chick is a real bird

This kitty is just a fucking tigress

Spin-off Seventeen are the scum of the battle

Only Rifmabes is straining his back here

You want to give me victory

But baby, give me a son

Without rubber bands, like your dreadlocks

But with victory, like our grandfathers

We will conjure up a baby for us

This is the first child conceived by rap

For every rapper, a rapper

For every child, a mentor

We will find a sponsor for our children

If anything, call Planeta.ru

And then we will have children together

We will move to some island

Our babies will have the same braids

They will be the same XHOSs

Many answers, few questions

We will fuck, our sex is space

Just imagine, two rappers love each other

Like D'yadya J.i. with Chipinkos

Speaking of you, all thoughts are about you again

And we both became wiser as if we went to Tibet

But at home from you only clippings from nails

How can I raise two children on a naglfar

There is no drama at home, our love is inexplicable

The fungus on your nails is beautiful as Hiroshima

If you go for a walk at home it no longer smells like a dog

I miss the shit, between your greasy hairs

We did not meet in a battle, but where the limbs end

We will meet, we will intertwine in eternal trifles

From a baby to a girl

You love me with goosebumps

Greedily squeezing my wet from heat and thirst

You sting with punches, you drill holes with your glances

But we know that all the most important things are not connected with rap

We are connected, where the limbs end

One the eternal institution of personality

Crashes against the attraction of two polar opposites

We are not alike, a thawed society

Like ice cream on the surface of Mars, it tells us: "Opposites attract"

But no, you were originally a part of me

A lost sleepwalker of my tomorrow

Wandering through labyrinths in the hope of pressing reset

But now I exist and we are alive in life

The thorns are behind us. We are the world

Hide the stars behind the centuries, behind the centuries of the unknown

Your hair is more immense to me than chronos

Let's join together in ouroboros

Where the limbs end

We do not end, merging into one in babies

People isolated from the lyre in the world

Eat each other's hearts to the ice floes

But my spacesuit is full of salt water

Even though it is hermetically sealed

I feel sorry for them, I feel sorry for us

I cuddle up to you, there is a terrible greed for you

It's a pity I can't dissolve us on a spoon

Heated by a hot flame

Permanently pouring us into consciousness

Carrying you through neurons to the very-very

Forget about the battle, let's wrap ourselves in old savannas

And remain asleep

I dreamed of you recently and I woke up in horror from the present

We drank a lot, a lot was dusted memories

But in the voice

As if a terrible mystery

As if somewhere in the breath

The universe sends signals

And the lungs seem just as full when I exhale

The body hurts, the mind suffers, but the body cannot be happy

And the mind cannot be in its original state

And somewhere in sweat, throwing swords halfway to the floor

We accept fate and humbly move towards the end

But where the battle ends, we do not end

After all, unlike extremity, dear

You and I do not end