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Кто запер выход в лабиринте, засов выньте,
Отомкните замок, бешеный замер ход и горизонт,
И плод пробит, знобит, и прет водка в рот, и под шмоткой пот.
Но эти забытые богом кварталы молчат,
Залитые у подъездов кровью глупых зайчат,
Зарыты крики и стоны, немая печать,
Нельзя не одичать, как немыслимо торчать тут и молчать.
Обошел стороной вороной закон этот шкальной притон,
В головы булавой будто вбили тот шальной патрон,
Помяты поломаны покои на века,
Зыбкая река глубока, крепка липкая рука
Эпоха быка, дохлого лоха бока,
Прокатят плохо не вздоха, ни крика, дохнет пока тля,
Невидимые параллели тут были всегда,
Копили годы-месяцы, слои пыли, среда
Ты видела мясника без тесака детка?
Ведь это блеф, тесака без мясника детка а это хлев,
Тесака без мясника, тебе подпортят бока.
Бьюсь об заклад, пизду боле не сдашь ты в прокат.
Смотри щетинятся, смотри щас кинутся,
Ножи, биты, кастеты, дрожи гнида без света,
Ложи в сито монеты, уважи воспитанных в гетто
И на лыжи без рыжего, зато с целым скелетом.
Не заплывай за буйки-ошибки дороги.
Открытки в ворохе листвы на плите не весомы всё таки,
Тротуары, переулки, тупики, кропали.
Слеп Ро помнишь палил? Так суть в чём? Нахуй вали!
Тут от романтиков не осталось ни рожек, ни ножек,
От школьниц тоже ни бантиков ни белых сапожек.
Мозги обезвожены как и должное, тут ложить на всё можно,
Тут ножи в тела вхожи, говорят матом сапожным,
Стопорят радо прохожих, поварята в дом не вхожие,
Любят мясо у лоджий, и боятся таких, сидят за шторами,
Смотрят ворами, за щеколд и цепочек горами.
Падают падают, падают помятые бутки, дарят куртки,
Трубки, серые сутки, и ни прохожих ни айболитов,
Не в том месте гостили вот и почуть побиты.
Этот круг замкнут как и замок браток,
В каждый теремок, на каждый порог, замажут сажей глазок,
В уши вставят вату и выключат свет и тишина покажет
Дома что никого нет, со слоем кирпича,
у очага шторы закрыты, не ведомы ныне своры бандитов,
Своры пьяных шатунов кому говорят нетрожь!
У кого нет ума, но есть нож! Это не предел!
И нам выпало лицезреть бараки и суи-суициды
И тяжкие драки, лицезреть постановы, смерть,
Боль, браслеты, соль на щёках и палящую за шторами моль.
Трудно не потерять тут контроль.
Бой, бой, бой с самим собой! Головой не сделать покой!
Да и на кой? Мир нагой в глазах стал, мир не такой.
И выход не найти, днём с огнём.
И мы плюем и живём, так и живём!
И вроде бы за окном, но под дождём.
Да хули то базарить по дню? Вечера подождём.
Who locked the exit in the maze, take out the bolt,
Available the lock, frantic stroke and horizon,
And the fetus is pierced, shivering, and rushing vodka in the mouth, and under the clothes of sweat.
But these quarters forgotten by God are silent,
Filted at the porches with blood stupid bunnies,
Screams and moans are buried, dumb printing,
It is impossible not to drunk, how unthinkable it is to stick out here and be silent.
Passed this scale of the crown law,
It was as if the macer was drunk into the head of the bula.
The chambers have been riveted for centuries,
The unsteady river is deep, the sticky hand is strong
The era of the bull, the dead such of the sides,
They will not ride poorly, nor a scream, while the aphids will die,
Invisible parallels were always here,
Saved years-months, layers of dust, environment
Have you seen a butcher without a tesak baby?
After all, this is a bluff, a tesak without a butcher's butcher and this is a stable,
Tesak without a butcher, you will be shown sides.
I fight about the lay, you won’t rent a pussy.
Look bristly, look right now, they will rush,
Knives, bits, brass knives, trembling nits without light,
Lodges in a sieve coins, respect the driven up in the ghetto
And on skis without red, but with a whole skeleton.
Do not swim for the riotes of the roads of the road.
Postcards in a pile of foliage on the stove are not all the same,
Sidewalks, lanes, dead ends, sprinkled.
Blind ROM Remember Pali? So what is the point? Fuck Vali!
There were no oxes or legs left from the romantics,
From schoolgirls, too, no bows or white boots.
The brains are dehydrated as due, here you can lie on everything,
Here the knives in the bodies are entered, they speak obscene,
Stop the joy of passers -by, they are not in the house not in the house,
They love meat at a loggia, and they are afraid of them, sit behind the curtains,
They look at thieves, behind the Skokold and chains with mountains.
They fall fall, the rumpled bouts fall, give jackets,
Tubes, gray days, and neither passers -by nor aibolites,
We were in the wrong place, so they feel beaten.
This circle is closed like a brothers castle,
In every teremok, for each threshold, they will smear the eye with soot,
They will insert cotton wool into your ears and the silence will show you
At home that no one is with a layer of brick,
At the hearth, the curtains are closed, now the packs of bandits are not known,
Backs of drunken connecting rods to whom they say a non -rustle!
Who does not have a mind, but has a knife! This is not the limit!
And we fell to see the huts and sui-soucides
And heavy fights, to see the decrees, death,
Pain, bracelets, salt on the cheeks and moth scorching behind the curtains.
It is difficult not to lose control here.
Fight, fight, fight with oneself! You can’t make peace with your head!
And why? The world of Naked in the eyes has become, the world is not like that.
And there is no way out, during the day with fire.
And we spit and live, and we live!
And it seems to be outside the window, but in the rain.
Yes, the huli is bazaal on the day? We'll wait in the evenings.
Available the lock, frantic stroke and horizon,
And the fetus is pierced, shivering, and rushing vodka in the mouth, and under the clothes of sweat.
But these quarters forgotten by God are silent,
Filted at the porches with blood stupid bunnies,
Screams and moans are buried, dumb printing,
It is impossible not to drunk, how unthinkable it is to stick out here and be silent.
Passed this scale of the crown law,
It was as if the macer was drunk into the head of the bula.
The chambers have been riveted for centuries,
The unsteady river is deep, the sticky hand is strong
The era of the bull, the dead such of the sides,
They will not ride poorly, nor a scream, while the aphids will die,
Invisible parallels were always here,
Saved years-months, layers of dust, environment
Have you seen a butcher without a tesak baby?
After all, this is a bluff, a tesak without a butcher's butcher and this is a stable,
Tesak without a butcher, you will be shown sides.
I fight about the lay, you won’t rent a pussy.
Look bristly, look right now, they will rush,
Knives, bits, brass knives, trembling nits without light,
Lodges in a sieve coins, respect the driven up in the ghetto
And on skis without red, but with a whole skeleton.
Do not swim for the riotes of the roads of the road.
Postcards in a pile of foliage on the stove are not all the same,
Sidewalks, lanes, dead ends, sprinkled.
Blind ROM Remember Pali? So what is the point? Fuck Vali!
There were no oxes or legs left from the romantics,
From schoolgirls, too, no bows or white boots.
The brains are dehydrated as due, here you can lie on everything,
Here the knives in the bodies are entered, they speak obscene,
Stop the joy of passers -by, they are not in the house not in the house,
They love meat at a loggia, and they are afraid of them, sit behind the curtains,
They look at thieves, behind the Skokold and chains with mountains.
They fall fall, the rumpled bouts fall, give jackets,
Tubes, gray days, and neither passers -by nor aibolites,
We were in the wrong place, so they feel beaten.
This circle is closed like a brothers castle,
In every teremok, for each threshold, they will smear the eye with soot,
They will insert cotton wool into your ears and the silence will show you
At home that no one is with a layer of brick,
At the hearth, the curtains are closed, now the packs of bandits are not known,
Backs of drunken connecting rods to whom they say a non -rustle!
Who does not have a mind, but has a knife! This is not the limit!
And we fell to see the huts and sui-soucides
And heavy fights, to see the decrees, death,
Pain, bracelets, salt on the cheeks and moth scorching behind the curtains.
It is difficult not to lose control here.
Fight, fight, fight with oneself! You can’t make peace with your head!
And why? The world of Naked in the eyes has become, the world is not like that.
And there is no way out, during the day with fire.
And we spit and live, and we live!
And it seems to be outside the window, but in the rain.
Yes, the huli is bazaal on the day? We'll wait in the evenings.
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