Lyrics Slim - 01. Чёрное зеркало

I do not know all the answers like what where when?
crystal owl does not shine retina
while life has not yet chopped into wood
and did not flush down the toilet like a disposable condom

whatever the city, I will not dress bosco sport
matte caenne lifts someone to the mountains
plucking up courage, you can go out the window
promised love or just under special

the pathologist will slowly open your body with a knife
thinking you were an idiot
the earth will absorb blood and sweat
how many times it feeds someone's faith a holy icon

I did not measure the crown and did not sit on the throne
death rarely comes in an embrace with sleep
like a sweetheart, it's late in the cell
you won't find the truth at first so late

maybe we will be washed away as Atlantis was washed away
with the look of a tiger, I'm a muddy type
with a nasty grin, active to other people's active
with the mouth of a fuck, don't smoke the ceiling

What do we want at all and under whom do we go?
walking to the victory of Leshchenko from the records melody
this is the spirit of the times and let me not Pelevin
I wrote it myself, hello to Vanya Lenin
my wicked wondrous is gin from the can
when someone rubs off-topic, tongue that lamp

I once gazed into a black mirror
life runs as a zebra throwing its face to the ground
this is not a white ghetto, there are bitches here
there is no conscience here, for expensive fur

don't call me brother, words don't fly back
they shit like pigeons leave stains
leave the clearing for the guys, they will grow something there
deadly weed, fertilizing with poison

I think this is Truman's fucking show
you get cheaper even for small amounts
yes, I think so, put my hands on the dome
won't tell Google when cornered

in wet rain, under teflon barrel
will not break the fortitude, black lane
hang up on the tubes, and I'll come right now
just don't fall down, there is no trampoline under you

smoked in the morning, stupidly ashes in the urn
I look at the moon, salute to all whores
silicone and powder, you just get fucked
because at 20 you are still a fool

something is being decided here, not in the corridors, the State Duma is not in charge
and in the sauna with expensive dishes
Democracy Whore - She Was Put In A Circle
somewhere near Barvikha, in a closed club

she smelled from a tray, from the last century
free wind we look into the black mirror
discover secrets like with a school desk
sit down or sit down, the main thing is not to fall