Homo Patience - СМВ 3 - Хип-хоп времён фараонов
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Homo Patience - Серп и молот ведьм 3/4
instrumental: 52май - how deep
Часть 3. Хип-хоп времён фараонов
Там, где людей за избыток сил
Хоронили живыми в могилу
Неизвестного солдата,
Скопление останков едва ли больше,
Чем там, где были отрыты
Километровые очереди
Стоявших на богомолье
В готические храмы
Святого Макдака –
А глубже этой нулевой Трои
Вся их цивилизация
Не оставила нам даже фрагментов историй,
Зато позже – информации
Богатый запас:
Родословные, что писали
Не вперёд, а назад;
Хип-хоп времён фараонов
На стенах казарм;
А кроме того, мы отлично знаем,
Как в их красный день календаря Майя
Нырнул индекс НАСДАК.
История не без иронии:
Накрыло пеплом тех,
У кого любимое занятие –
Закапывание себе подобных,
А для ощущений поострей,
Например, можно было сжечь
Пару голых дев на костре –
Ведь у них и детей
Кожа слишком тонкая,
И из неё не сшить ни штанов, ни ремней,
(А кусок пожирнее – голодным).
Они действовали
В соответствии с руководством
«Серп и молот ведьм».
И что только они не делали,
Чтобы седьмой день творения
Стал последним днём Помпеи,
Однако ничуть не бывало –
Мы воскресли из пепла ада,
Чтобы пропеть «Оду к радости»
Как ни в чём не бывало.
___ «Братья, в тесный круг сомкнитесь
___ И над чашею с вином
___ Слово соблюдать во всём
___ Звёздным Судиёй кляникляникляни…»
Homo Patience - sickle and hammer hammer 3/4
Instrumental: 52mai - How Deep
Part 3. Hip-hop of pharaohs
Where people are for an excess of strength
Buried alive in the grave
Unknown soldier,
The cluster of the remains is hardly larger,
Than where it was opened
Kilometer lines
Stood on the pilgrimage
To Gothic temples
Holy McDac -
And deeper than this zero Troy
All their civilization
I did not even leave us fragments of stories,
But later - information
Rich reserve:
The genealogy that they wrote
Not forward, but backward;
Hip-hop of the time of the pharaohs
On the walls of the barracks;
And besides, we know very well
Like on their red day Maya calendar
The Nasdak index dived.
History is not without irony:
Covered with ash those
Who has a favorite pastime -
Instillation of your own kind,
And for sensations, after the way,
For example, it was possible to burn
A couple of naked girls at the stake -
After all, they have children
The skin is too thin
And from it to sew no pants or belts,
(And the piece is fatter - hungry).
They acted
In accordance with the leadership
"Sickle and hammer hammer."
And what only they did not
To the seventh day of creation
Was the last day of Pompeii,
However, it has not happened -
We resurrected from the ashes of hell,
To sing "Odu to joy"
As if nothing had happened.
___ “Brothers, click into a tight circle
___ and over the bowl with wine
___ Observe the word in everything
___ Star Judgment of the Tart ... "
Instrumental: 52mai - How Deep
Part 3. Hip-hop of pharaohs
Where people are for an excess of strength
Buried alive in the grave
Unknown soldier,
The cluster of the remains is hardly larger,
Than where it was opened
Kilometer lines
Stood on the pilgrimage
To Gothic temples
Holy McDac -
And deeper than this zero Troy
All their civilization
I did not even leave us fragments of stories,
But later - information
Rich reserve:
The genealogy that they wrote
Not forward, but backward;
Hip-hop of the time of the pharaohs
On the walls of the barracks;
And besides, we know very well
Like on their red day Maya calendar
The Nasdak index dived.
History is not without irony:
Covered with ash those
Who has a favorite pastime -
Instillation of your own kind,
And for sensations, after the way,
For example, it was possible to burn
A couple of naked girls at the stake -
After all, they have children
The skin is too thin
And from it to sew no pants or belts,
(And the piece is fatter - hungry).
They acted
In accordance with the leadership
"Sickle and hammer hammer."
And what only they did not
To the seventh day of creation
Was the last day of Pompeii,
However, it has not happened -
We resurrected from the ashes of hell,
To sing "Odu to joy"
As if nothing had happened.
___ “Brothers, click into a tight circle
___ and over the bowl with wine
___ Observe the word in everything
___ Star Judgment of the Tart ... "
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