Текст песни OXXXYMIRON - Мысли пачкают мозги

I do not preukrasheno themselves , if not our family,
Then I would hardly be surpassed bowl sowing
I knew at 10 , where he stayed Gasha seed
Emigratnov of those years right now, a third on the needle and sit Parasha
After all , how do you convey that feeling,
When there is nobody who would plechёm stood shoulder
I do not want to remember these days, but forget them too blasphemy
Left the house choose, man, instead of school on a vacant lot ,
In a backpack Zarathustra , the only sidekick was Mustafa ,
Indigenous tasteless I dressed - not cool to be Russian
I have lived a true story - you're flipping through the novel
We golden billion back side
Smoked skunk and stole every second
I was among them, but I was closer so Bilbo Saruman
Right now the dust over old wounds
And perhaps it is not necessary , do not , those who young , blagopristoen
Telling old stories of what it means to be an outcast in the herd
Some will not the will not understand, and those who understand life more fucked