Не с начала [Ne s nachala] [English translation]

Insensibly moved the blanket,

For this anathemizing myself

She came out of foam

Leaving a lean print of the shoulder on the tile

Now, that's your end

You're finishing badly, old fool — that's all the epitaph

Darkness falls on the city

Rascals go to sleep, mafia awakes1

There, under us swarming the anthill2

Opening the mouth, like a Rottweiler

Teaches to survive, while in that time

Those above are tought to solve equations

And while the city is vertically divided

She grabs without a thought

Not even wakening, my cock

And I'm smiling to her, and understand that I'm fatally lost

But better to tell gradually

Everything began since that call in Monday...

Mark, hi. It's Kira. Mark, have you written at least something? You'll have to pass the copy in a month. And here some crazy fan called with rebukes. I don't know how he'd found the number, but, obviously, he can get through to you.

1. The game of Mafia reference2. In Russian, colloquially "apartment building", "high-rise" or, in this case, the whole city

• Artist:Oxxxymiron
• Album:Горгород (2015)