Lyrics Oxxxymiro - накануне

First Verse:
Straighten her blanket discreetly
For this, betraying himself anathema.
She came out, leaving a thin shoulder imprint on the tile from the foam.
And the khan to you, you've played out, you old fool, that's the whole epitaph.
Darkness falls on the city, punks fall asleep, the mafia wakes up.

There, under us, swarming,
The anthill opens its mouth like a Rottweiler
And teaches to survive in parallel
Besides, at this time, those at the top are taught to solve equations.
And while the city is vertically divided,
She grabs mechanically in bed
Without even waking up, my dick
And I smile at her and realize that I am fatally lost.

And it's a pity not to hold on for a moment
The rest of the night before the final fall
After all, tomorrow will turn everything
A couple of people won't come home tomorrow
After all, there are so many cramped nests
For those who piously believe in a place in the sun.
For those who couldn't get enough of the stars
Those who will go to the pass of the abyss on their own.
Two o'clock and soon the action will begin,
The despot on the mountain became the target of battles in vain,
I had to flee to save myself.
Eh, last night, as the song is sung,
And stand for a day. I could imagine a couple of days ago, without being foolish.
Than, apart from a joint bed, acquaintance,
Now with my girl the fuck will turn around, brya!

There are lights above the sky
Like neon slogans
Through a window-like panel one can see
LED-equipped worlds.
Dawn, the wheel will blaze in the sky.
Wicked cheerful sunrise tomorrow.
You read everything on the news
Until then
There are lights above the sky
Like neon slogans
Through a window-like panel one can see
LED-equipped worlds.
Lucky the garrison will be broken and taken
The Rubicon has been crossed, the term has expired.
You will read everything on the news.

The city sleeps on a mountain.
Here is a copy of Gotham with "Compton". The windows are visible in the dark
Thieves and cops, the road is over the precipice.
Bitter smoke on the water
Moloch works, the vaults of the Metropolis.
The dark citadel is either a resort or a dystopia.

Guru's headquarters - where it is dark, where it is damp, where it is dusty, where it is dark. It is so customary here:
Either a throne, or a pit of shit, or a prince or a slave. And for slaves
Does not sing a golden sunrise, does not call a silvery sunset,
From afar, the horizon will not blaze for them and there will be an unthinkable treasure -

This is only for the gentlemen. If you have not seen what I mean, you must be blind.
Come out into the light, let the invisible dog attack the unseen trail.
A cyclone sets in, very soon rain and snow, death and death will fall on the city.
And I didn't understand what it was about, but I just saw it all in a dream, and the words "where we are not."

And the dream dictates to the notebook: "do not waste your time", I undertake to write,
Until time rolls back, until the burden blows away like a strand. Time to take the "pulitzer"!
I get up and, slouched in a chair, afraid to cheat, I write thickly with all my foolishness,
I could only have time by morning, because I can get hit by bullets, three sheets - half an hour.

I hear an inner voice. No, not my conscience, but my inner hunger,
Who remembers how young he was and how young he was before he was ground with Moloch,
Before awards, mountains, clubs, billboards, magazines, where he was suddenly titled.
I am writing momentary anger again. Day is breaking. She is sleeping. I use the word.

Above your head is a sky of lights
Like neon slogans.
Through the window, like a panel, one can see
LED-equipped worlds.

Dawn. A wheel will blaze in the sky.
Wicked and cheerful sunrise tomorrow.
You read it all on the news
Until then ...

Above your head is a sky of lights
Like neon slogans.
Through the window, like a panel, one can see
LED-equipped worlds.

Lucky: the garrison will be broken and taken.
The Rubicon has been crossed, the term has expired.
You will read it all on the news.