Оксимирон - Песенка Гремлина
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A year ago, I sat on a bench in a public park
On the corner of Becktan and Barking
I thought how to go out from England to the ladies
To the top of the hierarchy, I got herself all this
Now I am listening to hipsters, art god
After all, he is from London, where the exhibitions are Portobello
Not realizing what was in the line inside the line
Not realizing that inside is faded by Carthage
Assholes, enemies, journalists
The first compromises, monopolital labels
I'm extra, like newcomers on a bacchanalia
Everyone who has taller, collars are stained
Was a self-propelled man, self-fan, someone did not want
I fell off, we are to the hotel, you are a basement
But here is a thistle, here, if I did not have time, then he was heated
Where you see success, I am a catch
I feel like an old man, even if I wake up with a riser
The grace of one hundred icons from consciousness will not save
Complexes eat from the inside
I call this complex food
From concrete from London to the coverboard cover
In a club on Malaya Bronnaya, I sour near Ivan Dorn
I hover with the bomon, fall asleep in the restrooms
Under chlorophyll, but more often under the chloroform
EU, for dessert vomiting with Heineken
God, how I love myself, Otto Weininger
My life is the adventure of Dunno
No matter how a whore in American psycho
Astetes invented the terms
Not knowing that they walked Cerberus
Finally, the Russian rap was recognized. Wouldn't I have a fuck?
The subculture is growing - tumor
Ah, the subway does not accept and God with it
Estse resembles a tangle of snakes
I, as a result, evil, all play roles - cosplay
My track is no longer slalom, but Bobsley
I am sorting out in vain allegories
Meanwhile, my love fucks with someone in Montenegro
I need a doctor, better at home and immediately
House, Dre, Zhivago, Mengel
I will give my skin to whom
The goals that have come to them are not given to the joy
From E16, where poison is sold on the corner
Talker on the left shoulder, Gamayun on the right
They are already called large uncles for the "Picnic" Afisha "
After me there is Vlada, we will write fit
And everything around is wonderful, but
Kill me until I blurted out completely
I always start self -confident
But I score a dick and tone near the shore
They are craving up, and I decide everything
Who am I: underground or corrupt gandon
EU, Virgo did not give in the ass, she said: "Principle"
But this was killed in me as a prince, like a Gavrilo principle
The universe is asleep
But it seems to be raining, very nice, Gremlin