Песенка Гремлина [Pesenka Gremlina] [English translation]

Year ago i sat on the bench in a public park -

on the corner of Beckton and Barking.

Was scheming how from England to go from pawn to queen 1, to the top of heierarchy.

So i brought all this down upon myself.

Now i'm listened to by hipsters and art bohemians: "Wow, he is from London, where there's Portobello, exhibitions."

Without understanding that the verse is pregnant with pain.

Without understanding that inside Carthage smolders.

Ass-lickers, foes, journalists, first compromises, labels-monopolists

I am unneeded like nubes at an orgy.

And the ones who're above me - their collars are always starched.

Before was self-release, DIY, those didn't want to go on- fell away by themselves.

So now we're off to hotel, and you're off to the basement.

But here, there's thick brush, and if you're late - you're dead.

Where you see success - i see fraud.

Feel like an old man even though i wake up with a hard-on.

Blessing of a hundred icons will not help.

From awareness, complexes are eating at me from the inside - so i call it "a complex diet".

From London concrete to billboard covers.

In a club on Little Bronnaya 2 i puke to Ivan Dorn.

Hanging out with beau monde, falling asleep in bathrooms. Under the chlorophyll but more often from chloroform.

For dessert - vomit with Heineken. "God, how i do love myself, Otto Weininger".

My life is "Adventures of the Dunno". All inside out like a whore from "American Psycho".

Aesthetes came up with so many definition terms. They had no clue that they were walking Cerberus.

"Finally Russian rap gets recognition!" - but do i give a fuck?

Subculture keeps on spreading - it's a tumorous growth.

Underground rejects me - to hell with it. Pop mainstream is reminiscent of a swarm of snakes.

As a result, i grow meaner every day. Everyone is playing their roles in this cosplay. And now my course has turned from slalom into bobsleigh.

Futiley going through allegories, while in Monte Negro my love is fucking someone else.

Need a doctor house call, it's an emergency- House. Dre. Zhivago. Mengele.

I will give away myself to whomever i please.

No inner satisfaction from the goals that i have reached.

From E16 3 where the poison is sold at street corners.

Govorun 4 and Gamayun 5 are perched upon my shoulders.

Already the big boys are inviting me to Piknik Afisha:

Vladi 6 will rap there after me, we can record a 'feature'.

And everything seems so wonderful, but

finish me off while i still haven't turn to total shit!

I always start so self-confidently, but then just say 'Fuck it' and drown within the sight of the shore.

They're hungry for profits while i'm still trying to figure out just who am i - underground or a sellout bitch.

Lady didn't wan't no anal, she was saying "Principles!". But that has killed my inner prince like Gavrillo Princip.

All of creation is napping, but looks like the rain is gathering7.

So nice to meet you!

I'm Gremlin.

1. pawn to queen- in chess, if a pawn makes it to the opponent's side of the board, it becomes a queen - the most powerful piece 2. Little Bronnaya - famous street in Moscow 3. E16 - postal code of east London 4. Govorun - fictional talking parrot-like bird from the russian book/animation "Mystery of the Third Planet". Govorun remembers everything that has ever been said in its presence, so in essence it is like a record of the past. 5. Gamayun - a prophetic bird of russian folklore. In this context, probably means the future 6. Vladi - main wrapper of famous russian rap group Kasta 7. rain is gathering- gremlins turn from cute cuddly creatures to monsters when exposed to water

• Artist:Oxxxymiron
• Album:miXXXtape II: Долгий путь домой (2013)