Oxxxymiro - накануне
текст песни

First verse:
Improving her blanket imperceptibly,
Anathematous for this.
She came out, leaving a thin imprint of shoulder on a tile.
And the khan to you, you played out, the old fool, that’s the whole epitaph.
Darkness falls on the city, falls asleep, the mafia wakes up.

There, below us,
The anthill flips his mouth, like a rottweiler,
And teaches to survive in parallel
To the way at this time those who are upstairs are taught to solve equations.
And while the city is vertically divided,
She is enough mechanically in bed,
Without even waking up, my cock
And I smile at her and understand that I was fatally lost.

And it’s a pity to keep for a moment,
The remaining night before the final fall,
After all, tomorrow will turn everything over,
Tomorrow a couple of people will not return home,
After all, there is Stopudovo cramped nests
For those who sacredly believe in a place under the sun.
For those who could not look at the stars,
Those who will go to the passage of the abyss themselves.
Without two hours and soon the action will begin,
The despot on the mountain became a target in vain,
It was necessary to flee.
Eh, the night to hold out, as in the song is sung,
And to stand the day. I could imagine a couple of days ago, without foolishness.
Than besides the bed of joint, acquaintance,
Now with my girl, P*will turn out, Brya!

Above the head of the sky lights,
Like neon slogans
Through a window like a panel visible
LEDs equipped worlds.
Dawn, the wheel in heaven will blame.
Tomorrow an evil cheerful sunrise.
You will read everything in the news,
In the meantime
Above the head of the sky lights,
Like neon slogans
Through a window like a panel visible
LEDs equipped worlds.
Lucky, the garrison will be broken and taken,
Rubicon has passed, the term has expired.
You will read everything in the news.

The city is sleeping on the mountain.
Here she is a copy of Gotham with "compton". The windows are visible in the darkness,
Thieves and cops, road over the abyss.
Gorky smoke on the water,
Moloch works, the arches of the metropolis.
Dark citadel either a resort, or anti -utopia.

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

This is only for the Lord. If you did not see what I am about, you are apparently blind.
Come out, let the invisible dog attack you not seen.
Cyclone occurs, very soon rain and snow, death and death will fall on the city.
And I did not understand what it was about, but I just saw all this in a dream, and the words "where we are not."

And the dream dictates in the notebook: "Do not waste time," I undertake to write,
Until the time goes back, until the burden is blowing off, like a strand. Take the time "Pulitzer"!
I get up and, huddled in a chair, swearing, afraid to write densely with all the dope,
Only in the morning would have time, because I can also get under bullets, three sheets - half an hour.

I hear an inner voice. No, not a conscience, but my inner hunger,
Who remembers how Yun was and was young before the milk was in the fluff,
To prizes, mountains, clubs, billboards, magazines where he was suddenly titled.
I am writing momentary anger again. Light. She is sleeping. I wield a word.

Above the head of the fire of lights,
Like neon slogans.
Through a window, like a panel, you can see
LEDs equipped worlds.

Dawn. The wheel in heaven will break.
Tomorrow an evil and cheerful sunrise.
You will read everything in the news,
In the meantime ...

Above the head of the fire of lights,
Like neon slogans.
Through a window, like a panel, you can see
LEDs equipped worlds.

Lucky: the garrison will be broken and taken.
Rubicon is crossed, the deadline is expired.
You will read everything in the news.