Oxxxymiron - 6. Накануне - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

[Verse 1]

Immediately correct her blanket, for this self betraying anathema

She came out of the foam, thin shoulder imprint leaving on the tile

And khan you, you got ready, old fool, - that's all the epitaph

Darkness falls on the city, Spand falls asleep, mafia wakes up

There, under us, hoarse, anthill sees the mouth, like Rottweiler, and 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 sorry not to keep the remaining night before the final fall

After all, tomorrow turns everything, tomorrow a couple of people will not return home

After all, there, stopudovo, close nests for those who holy believes in the place under the sun

For those who could not look at the stars

Those who will go to the passage of the abyss

Without two hours, and soon the action will begin

Despot on the Mount Target Behind

In vain! It was necessary to flee a flight

Oh, night to hold out how in the song it goes, yes day to sleep

Could I imagine a couple of days ago without scientific

What, besides the bed together, acquaintance now with my girl fucking will turn out ... Bry!

[Hook]

Above the head of the sky lights, like neon slogans

Through a window, like panels, designed by LEDs equipped worlds

Will dawn. Spherier Wheel in Heaven

Tomorrow is evil and cheerful sunrise

You will read about everything in the news

For now ...

Over the head of the lights chaise

Like neon slogans

Through the window, like panels, visible

LEDs equipped worlds

Lucky: garrison will be broken and taken

Rubikon cried, term expired

You will read about everything in the news

[Verse 2]

The city is sleeping on the mountain

Here it is a copy of Gotam with Compton

Windows, can be seen in darkness:

Thieves yes cops, road over the abyss

Gorky smoke on water

Moho works, metropolis

Dark Citadel - whether the resort, or antiutopia

Guru headquarters where dark, where dust, where dusty, where darkness

So here is the institution:

Either throne or pit with shit or prince or slave

And for slaves it does not sing golden sunrise, it does not call a silver sunset

From afar not for them glowing the horizon and there will be a unthinkable treasure - this is only for the Lord

If you did not see what I am - you, apparently, blind

Go to the light, let the invisible dog attack you did not see the trace

Cyclone comes, very soon on the city, shower and snow, death and death will be collapsed

I did not understand what it was, but all this had just seen in the dream, and the words "where we are not"

And sleep dictates in the notebook: "Time is not wasteful"

I undertake to write until time will reverse

While the burden does not blow like a strand; Time "Pulitzer" take!

I get up and, having stolen on a chair, sculpting fearful, fucking from all the Duri, only to have time for the morning, because I can get under the bullets

Three sheets - half an hour

I hear the inner voice;

No, not conscience, and my inner hunger

Who remembers how Yun was and young

Before the melch was in the fluff

Before the awards, the choir of clubs, billboards, magazines, where there was suddenly titled

I am writing again on a momentary malice. Light. She is sleeping. I am a word in a word

[Hook]