Текст песни Oxxxymiron - Не с начала

Gradually straighten her blanket,
During this self betraying anathema!
She came out of the foam, thin imprint
Shoulder leaving on the tiles.

Khan And you! You Got Game -
Old fool! That's the epitaph!
In the city falls darkness
Punks falls asleep, wakes up the mafia.

There, under our fumbling, anthill
He opens his jaws like a Rottweiler, and
Teaches survive parallel to that at this time
Those at the top - are taught to solve equations.

And while the city is divided vertically,
She grabs an afterthought in the bed,
I do not wake up, my penis, and I smile at her -
And I understand that fatally lost.

And it is better to talk slowly -
All of this began with a call on Monday ...