Lyrics Oхxxymiron - Переплетено

[Oxxxymiron]:
Everything is intertwined, a sea of ​​threads but!
Pull the thread, 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.
A rolling-field chases a breeze from the sky.
Everything is intertwined, but not predetermined!

This picture of the world of those who,
Yours long ago resists 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 is a grid,
Cloth, textile napkin,
As if a weaver or a seamstress worked;
But everything is interwoven - itself, on one side, obliquely.

Everything is intertwined! In his hand a certificate,
What restrain the brain, only the heart or how.
My city is tired, mending power for despots.
In the section there is a causal relationship.

And there - everything is intertwined! Everywhere Satyricon.
Inactivity 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 save a miraculous ointment.

Although everything is intertwined, time and time pressure,
Death of a still life, a bed of a business official turnover,
But everyone in his body is alone - a slaveholder and a zilot,
But the city is a puff cake.

Know, the world - in fact, is simple: Do not take on a loan!
Do not bargain! Guard the shelter!
Do not beat your head, do not say gop!
Take care of loons, strangers, heretics. After all, everything is intertwined:

Telic and terror, With a church brothel and casino;
Cartels, an orphanage from the mayor's office - it's dark,
Where the whole system of antipodes, if the 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 the offices, favelas, dens, the city council,
Political technologists, creditors, the synod -

The whole picture of the world of those who,
Your has long resisted as 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 weaver worked or sewing!
Everything is intertwined, by itself, devils with what, obliquely.

Everything is intertwined. In his hand a certificate,
That I hold my nose higher, only with my heart on the run.
Liuto wants spring, blindly on the edge, conscious dreams,
Flashbacks, deja vu, then the leg breaks the leg;

And even Astaroth, still jump-skok,
From the island to the islet, shinomotazh and pit-stop,
And then - no stops,
So long as we can not break our legs with a scuffle,

Here, so we live - and so we will die,
We are comfortable with this mountain, becoming its coal.
Not a good slave in this city il rebel,
It's a cycle of nature, worms are dying an eagle -

And after, worms are an eagle, everything is intertwined,
Introduce a halftone into their black and white movie,
Shades and colors, leviathan behemoth,
The mayor is only a gray cardinal, and here we are - a whole legion!

Everything is intertwined, a lion and an ibex, a cadaver and a scorpion,
Sagittarius or Aquarius in twins.
Here, 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 cook a bowler!
But, whose drug empire, in your opinion, along the arteries of the city
It drives these containers with waste processing
Obtained under the mountain ore,
Sold for the hill, while at home in laboratories,
From its own waste, through processing
They drive to the people the same drug, which is called - Gore!

[Recording to an answering machine | Kira]:
Well, how did you go to the Guru? Do you also crave the blood of the mayor?
In general, there is not much fun, of course ...
I told you that this is your mysterious Alice,
You to the good will not finish?

Yes, where did you get the time to flirt with the radicals?
Although, if it inspires you, and you write something again ...
By the way, you will have a great opportunity ...

In short!
Can we with my husband, the only time in my life we'll get out of the house;
You'll stay with Nick, okay? He will quickly be cut off, and you -
Can you quietly finish the "Polygon", or how did you say?
And then, I honestly do not remember the last time you read something.