Lyrics Porchy х Oxxxymiron - Earth Burns

Night in the yard, shreds of lights. There is no future, no past.
Only the exact moment, a point in the darkness alone with itself.
Similarly, a single picket, someone has a wolf ticket, a knife in his boot;
Someone in Yoshkar-Ola is worthless; Someone has a Porsche in the garage
And only my soul is light, healthy in my head.

Sit comfortably, click on play.
I'll tell you how long I drank, pour.
Vodka, alcohol, cocktail, shots, gin, port,
I will drink only if you are pouring water, like Wayne.

I was on the edge, there is no Paradise,
And I walked around the edge as a local historian.
For the first, second, for this penalty,
Another MDMA, and no margin.

Not Prometheus, although there is no liver,
But Hephaestus chained badly.
Sit at home, whip nah * th chaff, create,
So the poet Lyokha Nikonov told me.

I was not a year old, I panicked,
What is on vacation my syllable wilted, fell.
But I went back and I again * bashu,
Squeaky flute piccolo.

And from now on not a single gram to us
And I would have been richer, if the filka had not squandered
Big business hang up
The contract, like a diploma from Kirkorov, a paper diploma.

We are all ahead, although we are mortal,
We are also waiting for failure.
Look I'm just a loser like you
Only a little lucky and a little richer.

We do not dream, but we stand for someone else,
He will return to the family penates, fly,
Though for me there were more shoals
Than for the leader of migratory birds.

I started the wrong way, this miracle woke up
He almost did not mess up.
And yes, I myself have barely died.
Knowing whose fault it was that our way was thinning.

Whoever entered,
There are Eastans East, and there are sanctions, West.
Put a procrastination overboard.
Sit down Get pepelats gravitsapoy.

We fly over plastic and gold,
Over sleep spaces. On * uy tranquilizer!
We do not reap the benefits for others,
As slaves on the plantation sugar.