Слово мэра [Slovo m·era] [English translation]

Kira: "Why am I calling you, I mean, I know you're not home. So, I go outside - and everyone's talking about you being involved in a plot against the mayor. I called everyone - no one knows where you are, I came by - your door's wide open, at least I took your manuscript away. Please, call me as soon as you hear this message."

What can I say? I see someone stepped on a rake.

You disappointed me, your mind was poisoned against me.

The mountain is spread below us, smog and smoke above it.

Some wine? I have a pretty tolerable vineyard.

Don't be so scared, I'm not a monster,

I even skimmed that volume that you published. Bravo!

You should keep writing, entertaining, pen nature and pastorals.

Okay, don't get upset - my guys were a bit too harsh,

They shouldn't have dragged you right to the gallows.

Why can't you, bastard, just let it go? Take a break, have fun, chill.

People like you always see the bad, ignoring the scales,

But I care for all the citizens as if each one of them is my only son.

I know, my enemies claim that I fear many,

That I envelop the land like a cephalopod mollusk,

Supposing, it's true, what will happen if I go?

Neighboring cities that removed their despots die of poverty. For comparison, here:

Mountain air, sports and health, resort,

Gambling house, trading yard, food courts,

Welcome to Gorgorod!

The benchmark of comfortable recreation:

Golf, aquadrome, curling,

Welcome to Gorgorod!

World handball record,

Racecourses, cathedrals, bowling,

Welcome to Gorgorod!

My people don't want reforms

When they're well-fed,

Welcome to Gorgorod!

You've assembled only half the puzzle.

What a joke, a social ladder in the pyramid of Maslow.

The crowd is many-headed like Hydra and Cerberus,

But they don't make the weather, like hydrometeorological center.

They - even though I'm not a Machiavelli Niccolo -

Are drawn in awe to a block, a noose, a stake,

Fear, holy oil, icons, khaki, needles, and shackles.

You're much smarter, the hell you rub shoulders with plebs? Eh?

You were brainwashed by the idiot under the mountain,

"Everything's Entwined" has been an old joke for years.

A conspiracy theorist outcast. Guru and I know each other since

This hapless hero was an official whose word was law.

Supposing, my enemies claim that I fear many,

Supposing, I envelop the world like a cephalopod mollusk,

Supposing, it's true, what will happen if I go?

Neighboring cities that removed their despots die of poverty. For comparison, here:

Mountain air, sports and health, resort,

Gambling house, trading yard, food courts,

Welcome to Gorgorod!

The benchmark of comfortable recreation:

Golf, aquadrome, curling,

Welcome to Gorgorod!

World handball record,

Racecourses, cathedrals, bowling,

Welcome to Gorgorod!

My people don't want reforms

When they're well-fed,

Welcome to Gorgorod!

See, writer, you're a good guy,

But you got involved with a bad lot. The bastards willfully

Left you the second the water got hot.

Look, dawn breaks on the horizon, we even have the sun under our feet.

Note, you were lucky this time around: career,

Health, freedom - all in one piece,

But you have the mayor's word: no second chance.

In short, beware if you once again touch my daughter Alisa

• Artist:Oxxxymiron
• Album:Горгород (2015)