Текст песни Пири Рейс - Трикстер

Chorus 2X:
Do you wanna send this whole world let's go
Someone like you breaks hearts for fun because
I don't need preferences, don't need mister
I have a million names, call me Trickster

Verse I
I make fun of what you stole
Was next to Savanarola during the Renaissance
I do not know what is right and what is judged by you all
I confused Odysseus in the epic so everywhere

I cast a humble glance, I've been destroying everything since ancient times
Vicious coward hero and thief I see you everywhere
To me your rules are unwritten I put them on
Big weighty cap and what did you think

That's right, while you covered your vices in agony
Inadvertently knocked on the door, I'm on your doorstep
I am Loki I am the manifestation of your desires
Turn around and send all their bosses (fuck it)

We've known you since childhood Oster is my protege
You'd better not know how Fauberge dawned on
I am the archetype of many heroes of legend and books
Homer wrote about me, and Simpson is my associate

And what drives me is called forgery
I trust sociopaths to write an epilogue
The only illusion is that this game has no end
Do you want to be correct but ... with a personal scoundrel

Chorus 2X:
Do you wanna send this whole world let's go
Someone like you breaks hearts for fun because
I don't need preferences, don't need mister
I have a million names, call me Trickster

Verse II
Plagiarism prisoner century killer and creator
I like how people write the end for themselves
I like it when we write history in the den
New dope charges us only in the morning

While you all cursed the weather for insanity
I in March seduced spring mold snow and feelings
And everyone is so sad and everyone wants fun
Then back to work buzzing on Sunday

On the eve of a diploma, there is still a lot to cook
I suggest you hang out in the out hall
I offer you a new pre paty in Tesla
or arrange with friends (what) otktobervest

Capturing new young minds
Girls my nymphs don't owe anyone
Guys sit at home hang out in online games
So writers, throw the world burn books

Let's make a crap, burn the rules
Culture in itself wears a couple of grams on the pale
In fact I'm checking for lice
All your principles of castles and princes

Chorus 2X:
Do you wanna send this whole world let's go
Someone like you breaks hearts for fun because
I don't need preferences, don't need mister
I have a million names, call me Trickster

(excerpt from a song by Olga Arefieva-Beard)

Chorus 2X:
Do you wanna send this whole world let's go
Someone like you breaks hearts for fun because
I don't need preferences, don't need mister
I have a million names, call me Trickster