Текст песни Охххуmiron - 5.Переплетено

First Verse:
Everything is intertwined, a sea of ​​threads, but.
Pull the string, and a ball will reach for it.
This world is spindle, coincidence is zero.
It's a thread to be either a string, or for a battle with a string.
Everything is intertwined, in a single skein.
A knotted lint and not a cotton scarf.
Roll the field, drive the breeze from the sky,
Everything is intertwined, but not predetermined.
This is a picture of the world of those who,
Yours long ago opposes, like a sect
After all, everything is not a single architect.
Everything is intertwined, I am destined to die here a heretic,
Your picture of the world - a mesh, cloth, textile napkin.
As if a weaver or a seamstress worked.
But everything is bound together on its own,
Everything is bound, a certificate in hand,
That I restrain my brain, only my heart does not.
My city is tired of mending for despots,
Power in the context is a causal relationship.
There everything is intertwined.
Everywhere the satiricon, the inaction of the law,
With the help of icons, kill if you are not a cop.
And if you are not power, our city will not be saved by a miraculous ointment,
Although everything is intertwined.
Time and time trouble, death of still life,
Bed of the official business.
But everyone in his body is lonely,
Slaveholder and zilot, but the city is a puff cake.
Know, the world is essentially simple, do not borrow, do not bargain.
Do not fuck your head, do not say gop,
Take care of psychos, strangers, heretics because everything is intertwined.
Telek and terror, with the church bardel and casino,
Cartels, an orphanage from the City Hall and dark where.
All this antipode system and the rustle of money for shit,
Concerns make a patent for an antidote.
Here, not understanding the whole categories of the ecosystem,
These boobies are all divided as a board of directors.
But cabinets, favelas, dens, mountains. advice,
Political. technologists creditors, synod.

Chorus:
The whole picture of the world of those who,
Yours long ago opposes, like a sect
After all, everything is not a single architect.
Everything is intertwined, I am destined to die here a heretic,
Your picture of the world - a mesh, cloth, textile napkin.
As if a weaver or a seamstress worked.
Everything is bound by itself with devils with something obliquely,
Everything is bound, a certificate in hand,
That I'm above holding my nose, only with my heart on the run.
Lyuto wants spring, blindly on the edge, conscious dreams,
Flash backs, deja vu, then the leg will break the devil.
And even Astarot is still just a jump-skok,
From the island to the island, tire service and pit stop.
And then there are no stops,
Until we can not break our legs with a scuffle.
That's how we live, so we'll die,
We are comfortable with this mountain by becoming its coal.
The city's bad reputation is a slave and a rebel,
It is a cycle of nature:
Chervyakov eared eagle, and after the worm eagle
Everything is interwoven, we will introduce halftones into their black and white cinema.
Shades and colors, leviathans and behemoth and the mayor,
Only a gray cardinal, and we have a whole legion.
Everything is bound up with a lion and an ibex, with a virgin body and a scorpion,
Sagittarius or Aquarius in twins.
There is no esoteric, son, neighbors go to war,
If the population spermotoxicosis.
Let not understanding all my theories,
Of us, we are molding conspiracy theorists, they say, we barely have a bowler.
But whose narco-empire do you think is on the arteries of the city,
It drives these containers with waste.
Recycling is mined under the mountain ore,
Sold for the hill until the houses in the laboratories,
From its own waste by processing ...