Lyrics Oxxxymiron - Переплетено - минусовка

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 interwoven, 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,
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 is a mesh, cloth, textile napkin,
As if a weaver or a seamstress worked.
But everything is intertwined, by itself,
Nabekren, obliquely.

Everything is bound, a certificate in hand,
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 a satiricon.
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 lonely, slave-owner and zilot,
But the city is a puff cake.

Know, the world is essentially simple! Do not take on a loan!
Do not bargain! Guard the shelter!
Do not fucking head, do not say gop!
Take care of loons, strangers, heretics.

After all, everything is intertwined, TV and terror,
With a church brothel and casino ...
Cartels, children's home, from the mayor's office is dark.
Where the whole system of antipodes,

If 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 is a mesh, cloth, textile napkin,
As if a weaver or a seamstress worked.
Everything is intertwined, itself,
Devils with what, obliquely,

Everything is bound, a certificate in hand,
That I'm above holding my nose, only my heart on the run,
Lyuto wants spring, blindly on the edge,
Conscious dreams, flashbacks, deja vu,

Here the devil will break the leg and even Astaroth,
All the same jump-skok, from an island to an islet,
Shinomotazh and pit-stop, and further stops can not be seen,
So long as we can not break our legs with a scuffle,

That's how 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,
This is a cycle of nature, worms are dying eagle

And after the worm 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 we have a whole legion!

Everything is intertwined, a lion and an ibex,
With the Virgin and Taurus Scorpion,
Sagittarius or Aquarius in the twins here,
There is no esoterics son, neighbors go to war,
If the population spermotoksikoz,
Let not understanding all my theories,
Of us, they are molding conspiracy theorists!
Like, we barely cook a bowler!

But whose narco-empire do you think,
On the arteries of the city drives these containers with waste,
Processing of the ore mined under the mountain,
Sold for the hill, while at home in laboratories,
From her own waste, through the treatment of persecuted,
People appreciated the drug, which is called a mountain!