Oxхxymiron - Накануне
текст песни

It is imperceptible to correct her blanket, for this self betraying anathema.
She came out of 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, Pspana falls asleep, mafia wakes up.

There, under us, hoarsely, the anthill smears the mouth, like Rottweiler,
He teaches to survive in parallel to how at this time those at the top teach 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 I understand that fatally lost.

And sorry not to keep the remaining night in front of the final fall,
After all, tomorrow will turn everything, tomorrow a couple of people will not return home,
After all, there are stopudovo close nests for those who feel sacred in place under the sun,
For those who could not look at the stars, those who would go to the passage of the abyss himself.

Without two hours, and soon the action will begin. The despot on the mountain was the target of the battle was in vain,
It was necessary to flee. Eh, night to hold out how in the song it goes,
Yes day to chase. Could I pose a couple of days ago without a disorder,
What, apart from the bed together, acquaintance now with my girl-fucked up will turn.

[Chorus]
Over the head of the sky lights,
Like neon slogans.
Through the window, like panels, visible
LEDs hopped worlds.

Will dawn. Spin the wheel in heaven.
Tomorrow is evil and cheerful sunrise.
You will read about everything in the news,
For now ...

Over the head of the sky lights,
Like neon slogans.
Through the window, like panels, visible
LEDs hopped worlds.

We are lucky: the garrison will be broken and taken.
Rubikon cried, the term is expired.
You will read about everything in the news.

The city sleeps on the mountain.
Here it is a copy of Gothema with Compton.
Window. Seen in darkness:
Thieves yes cops, road over the abyss,
Gorough smoke on water,
Moloch works, Metropolum Vaults,
Dark Citadel -
Whether the resort, or antiutopia.

Guru headquarters - where it is dark, where dusty, where dusty, where darkness. So here is the institution:
Either throne, or a pit with shit, or a prince or a slave
And for slaves it does not sing a golden sunrise, it does not call a silver sunset,
From afar not for them glowing the horizon and there will be an unthinkable treasure -

It is only for the Lord. If you did not see what I, you apparently blind.
Go to the light, let the invisible dog attack you have not seen a trace.
Cyclone comes, very soon on the city, shower and snow, death and death will be collapsed.
And I did not understand what it was, but all this has just seen in the dream, and the words "where we are not."

And sleep dictates in the notebook: "The time is not wasted, I pledge to write,
While the time does not reverse, while the burden does not blow like a strand. "Time" Pulitzer "take!
I get up and, sticking up on a chair, sculpting fearless, I am sad with all the Duri,
Only to have time for the morning, because I can get under the bullet, three sheets - half an hour.

I hear the inner voice. No, no conscience, but my inner hunger.
Who remembers how Yun was and young before the melch was in the fluff
Before the premiums, choir clubs, billboards, magazines, where there was suddenly titled.
I am writing something on a momentary malice. Light. She is sleeping. I am a word in a word.

[Chorus]
Over the head of the sky lights,
Like neon slogans.
Through the window, like panels, visible
LEDs hopped worlds.

Will dawn. Spin the wheel in heaven.
Tomorrow is evil and cheerful sunrise.
You will read about everything in the news,
For now ...

Over the head of the sky lights,
Like neon slogans.
Through the window, like panels, visible
LEDs hopped worlds.

We are lucky: the garrison will be broken and taken.
Rubikon cried, the term is expired.
You will read about everything in the news.