Metox - В Хате - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I look into a piece of mirror, my face has healed

Suddenly I notice the first gray hairs: oh my God!

I'm twenty-two, four years ahead of me to sit

Bro, is that really true? The inmates are catching a signal on the bunk

I ask for a phone to send a text message to that bitch

I sit on the floor, rolling joints, next to me is strong tea, rattling sounds

I unravel my sweater into threads, the gods have forgotten us

In the morning for a walk - the courtyard, and that's how every day goes by

I wake up to the prayer of a man from Dagestan

Muslim chants on the left, Mantras somewhere on the right

In a tank made of two sheets, and fleas are crawling into my eardrums

The inscription - aye, the eyes of a tattered icon

There are 27 inmates in the cell, and each one is an enemy of the law

On the 2x2 channel today we're watching Pokémon,

And what are they preparing for the prisoners in the evening?

Olga Buzova and Kolya Dolzhansky entertain us

Yesterday, one doomed man arrived under the influence of speed

His teeth danced like the "Golden Ring" ensemble

They asked him: "Bro, are you HIV positive?"

Well, that's great! They give such people an egg for breakfast here.

His legs, like the pipes of a rapper in the 70s

Krokodil does its job if you inject it into the groin

Thrombi in the veins, blockage, hepatitis, cirrhosis and rot

Tumors on the feet - that's the drug addict's style

They take me out for a commission early from here

To a bunch of cops and the head of the central prison

They asked for my full name, year of birth, previously convicted?

Any problems? Education? What articles?

229 part 1, plus 174, 228 part 4, 228 part 5

Are you going to collect the entire criminal code? Are you trying to compile the entire criminal code? Then they stream into the cell, hands behind their backs

I sit on the bunk and draw pictures

Reaching for freedom is the most powerful doping

And I don't give a damn that the wooden stick was in someone's ass

The guys from the next cell sent us meat to satisfy our hunger

It turned out to be a pigeon

Yes, in prison you can catch them if you feed them, then fry them

To thank the guys

I decided to show them the good manners of a good convict

I'm writing praise to them in the style of the 18th century

I sketched a sublime ode for these carcasses

Uncle Arthur said that I'm a little Pushkin

The toilet is busy again

Shank, chifir, faggots, the passage is a thoroughfare

Alenka, cutoff switch, kettle, common fund

That's how we live while the gray ones are watching the spinning top

Quarantine cells, transfers and stages

Quarantine cells, transfers and stages

Quarantine cells, transfers and stages

The sky is like blue sewn squares

Quarantine cells, transfers and stages

Quarantine cells, transfers and stages

Quarantine cells, transfers and stages

The sky is like blue sewn squares

I wake up, a cop in the cell - roll call by name

Good morning, brother, you're standing there, you dreamed of a pussy

The guys sat down for the common fund, poker eats up friends' money

I refuse to play, I have money - less time to sit

I give the red ones some sausage and a little cod

So that they don't take the TV away after 10 o'clock today

My dick is ready for a feat of the century, stubble is slowly growing

This is a lack of fucking, a lack of vitamins

Drug addicts from the general regime are teaching my brothers about life

Although they are all needed simply to sell to them

And the robber and the drug dealer are going exactly to... Strict

To further improve my skills in not giving a damn about taxes

I'm looking at these newspapers, looking for girls for dates

Spermatoxicosis told me there are millions of Biancas there

One girl started to seem attractive to me,

To whom it would be awkward to say in freedom: "How are you?"

How I'm still holding on, I should be in a psychiatric ward

The cop who conducted the search was shocked by these lines

He rummaged through my underwear looking for a piece of paper, and found my lyrics

Then he glanced sideways, threatened me with his finger

Didn't send me to the solitary confinement, returned everything - totally awesome!

And now you have the lyrics

Quarantines, cells, transfers and stages

Quarantines, cells, transfers and stages

Quarantines, cells, transfers and stages

The sky is like blue sewn squares

Quarantines, cells, transfers and stages

Quarantines, cells, transfers and stages

Quarantines, cells, transfers and stages

The sky is like blue sewn squares