Lyrics ХХОС - Хаббл

sometimes my city is like a black hall, areas like a ghetto
weather like north if get cold
get alder! turn on my laptop
add sound, you know, the rest is just a backdrop
our ship will sink on the spit
let us not be ourselves, but not like everyone else
we would fly to heaven, but we are firmly in the ground
I hear someone screaming, but I'm somewhere in myself
and there is nobody here
only the light of windows, like comets that have faded long ago
let the horizon as a ballerina dance in spite
me the way forward, as if the compass would indicate muzlo
I take out a book from jeans
either a book of the dead, or a book of the weak living
finding a bent corner, I open
and read poetry, you can assume that I knocked them down

dance before the smoke dissipates
don't get lost, we lose people, pull the ball, you know, this is not a myth
there is a chance not to see yourself pretending to be (blind) saints
but I'm sure this music is a hubble, if in the dark we see the world in it

This city sleeps, they break a bone
Holy genocide. Children and fathers.
Who crushed whom, who bought whom, But I know who I am.
Yes, I understand who I am. Do not look into the peephole if all your
And if you fell, then everything is on others
Enemies are enemies. It so happened, After all, if you do it yourself
this city has a dance floor. Dancing on the bones
dead drunk dancehall. Dance if you could sleep
There is no light for a long time and we are in the dark
So they wanted to be themselves, but still not the same
I saw in a coffin, my friend, your authority
And I don’t give a damn if I’ve already taken off
I get a book from jeans
either a book of the dead, or a book of the weak living
finding a bent corner, I open
and read poetry, you can assume that I knocked them down