Текст песни Oxxxymiron - Тентакли

At the supermarket shelves - hustle, in bars - crush;
Although this year is no longer on the nose, like a wart.
Mice burrow under the floor dig. The person in the house opposite,
In a white frame of a double-glazed window, as Polaroid.

Wild landscape, outside the window booming cries - courage,
This does not go to buy a hipari vintage boutique.
If you ask "Kenning Town" in the Wiki, it will throw it out,
The article that there is a complete * opa - Nicky Minaj.

And a dead cat flies into a bucket of waste,
Working with income in the funeral home finds.
I burned bridges without letting them cool down; forgot shame and shame
Like a convent. Tell me, how can I be cheerful?

But you are all natures thin, aren't you?
You would only film, Cannes, loud performances;
And in my closet - on the shelves of icons and pentacles;
And to * onchit - I need: lashes, Japanese women and tentakli.

Chorus:
I climbed on the go, and even if it’s gone,
Cross on a hump, flight - taboo;
It is not known to anyone who read the text Vagabund,
Until there is a place in the coffin.

I climbed on the go, and even if it’s gone,
Cross on a hump, flight - taboo;
It is not known to anyone who read the text Vagabund,
Until there is a place in the coffin.

Around: chaniks, sounds of fights, screams.
In the courtyards, like cats, hugs the pushers.
Darkness, glare. From the wall winks Pak, Biggi,
McDuck City, the final of another chapter of the book.

What promises to assholes - do not believe! After all life
- short, full of suffering, ends in death.
And I understood, everything is neither this nor that. Smoke - everything:
Married, settled, quit, washed off.

I'm waiting for hell on a graveyard? Throw like bones.
He was an agnostic, he became angry as a gnostic.
- What? I entered a symbiosis with this swamp,
As Yunnat with a raccoon, a senate with a synod, a cathode with an anode.

I know I lack self-organization,
After all, I can only complain and snap.
Everywhere dust and insects ...
If I studied people, then I would be a parasitologist.

Chorus:
I climbed on the go, and even if it’s gone,
Cross on a hump, flight - taboo;
It is not known to anyone who read the text Vagabund,
Until there is a place in the coffin.

I climbed on the go, and even if it’s gone,
Cross on a hump, flight - taboo;
It is not known to anyone who read the text Vagabund,
Until there is a place in the coffin.

I didn't do a damn thing, I just lived, and the children
Draw on the asphalt chalk outline of the body.
Someone else will go for a walk with a horde of garden,
Dance macabre, I will invite a bony one to look at it.

I am told that I am already writing, like Smokey Mo,
Some hints, they say, and burdensome than Pokemon.
With Pinocchio in silent movies or beatniks prose,
* yy knows, a bit confuses thoughts like prozac.

Chorus:
I climbed on the go, and even if it’s gone,
Cross on a hump, flight - taboo;
It is not known who read the text Vagabund,
Until there is a place in the coffin.

I climbed on the go, and even if it’s gone,
Cross on a hump, flight - taboo;
It is not known who read the text Vagabund,
Until there is a place in the coffin.