Текст песни оxxxymiron - полигон

Some jesters are hanging on a funny post. There's nothing to catch here, don't take a quick glance. You better look at how the victorious banner is flying there. The funny movie is simply superbly shot. There is no flattery here, like stains on a white wall, And if you see poverty and anger, then it’s about you. The body is warm, the soap flows more holistically. Blaming the system has now become the lot of pigs. These guys have a gun on their back, Come on, start with yourself, Prove that you are not a pig. Tell me who the snake is. Punish for yourself, for others. Community, family for you, fellow countryman, take revenge, If you consider yourself a man. Forward, strong fist, take the rope. At the condemned rags, the people scream at the top of their lungs. The scaffold and the sack, the banner of inevitable victory. Some jesters are hanging on a funny post. Chorus: Bitter smoke, someone's training ground, There's so much waste in this gorge. There will never be a place for us here, remember, bro. Gorgorod, Gorgorod is a house, but a trap. Don’t think about the bad, you absorbed it all like a drug And with milk, and you will come back, even if your pocket is full. Gorgorod, Gorgorod is a house, but a trap. It will raise smoke in the sky, You would float away, but bad manners. You would sail away, sail far away, past shop windows, past icons. Your city is a story and a feuilleton, You would sail away, but that’s not the case. And along the way you completely fell in, Gorgorod, Gorgorod is a house, but a trap. Ridiculous suckers are always dissatisfied with everything, A series of conversations continuously goes on in the kitchens. The bespectacled man denigrates us all for tea and dessert, which means he gets tea for himself from the outside. It's time to tell about them, because the cancer has penetrated, poisoning the spring everywhere, the sleeves are covered in blood. He idolizes the enemy and the gates would be opened to them by anyone who hates the world. Suspiciously literate, says the provocateur and the leaders. Be on the alert if you sense illness. I won’t bring trouble to your hearth, Riot, war and plague, Troubles, bullets, We are so indignant, but we don’t lynch smart people, Why? Forward, strong fist, take the rope. At the condemned rags, the people scream at the top of their lungs. Scaffold and bag. Damn it, a series of conversations, Ridiculous suckers are always unhappy with everything.