Oxxxymiron - 1. Не с Начала - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Imperceptibly correlated her blanket, for this self betraying Anathema,

She left the foam, lean the shoulder imprint leaving on the tile.

And Khan you, you made himself, old fool, that's all the epitaph.

Darkness falls on the city, Psapana falls asleep, the mafia wakes up.

There, sooped under us, the anthill sees the mouth as Rottweiler,

He teaches to survive in parallel, to how at this time those who are upstairs are taught to solve equations.

And while the city is vertically divorced, it is enough mechanically in bed,

Not even waking up, my dick, and I smile her and understand that fatally lost.

And it is better to tell gradually - all this began with the call on Monday ..

"Mark, hello, this is Kira. Mark, did you even write something at least? You take a manuscript in a month. There is still some kind of rotated fan with reproach .. I don't even know how he found my phone .. but apparently he can call you up. "