Подземная Литература - Предисловие - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Literature of the dungeon with a separate flow of time writes history in tandem with its shadow

Enlightenment is darkness tell me who if not it will show you the light to get out of the bottom from the bottom

Exhaust yourself to emptiness to understand to understand to understand who you are

Images images behind them there is no purity only examples of pseudo-morality and pseudo-kindness

Sometimes I blindly believed that knowledge is mistakes because those books that were sewn into my head with threads became tortures of loneliness

Irrevocably dividing not allowing me to return back accompanying with misunderstanding of the social layer familiar to me

This is not a rap and not one of its fragments I was simply taken into an experiment with a reagent

This is satire within the walls of a forgotten tavern suicide of God as a picture of the world ha

Your mediocrity kills values ​​and where did the knowledge go missing

For the sake of greatness greatness of your fate fate you teach children to live the same way as you in an abstract world of emptiness for you the answers are not inside but on the surface

I will draw for you from underground a sip of spiritual depth so that you can find yourself and break free from the clutches of the everyday life imposed on you

Mistress underground accompanist breaking the silence of the estate for the birth of the text she is a shade of odyssey like a jellyfish but only in these walls she whispers I am your muse

My laboratory is like a crematorium setting itself on fire alive the birth of this story will remain as a black spot on a white background

Greetings from the dungeon to a chic feast

I am not on the battlefield no these are just thoughts that bring grief for my mistakes

You never even dreamed that you could find yourself one day from the void

Oh this rap and this green cast on these streets replaced the laws of the Soviet Union

I close my eyes when I remember how many people around died from the attacks of the merger and the red glow

Leaving behind nothing but lines on the marble signs of memory e this is underground literature