Bceго лишь писатепь [Vsego lish' pisatel'] [English translation]

[Chorus]

The city dwellers don't care who's the captain taking control

God forbid give me woe from wit!

If authority just clowns around, fighting it is a waste of time.

Why must I go to the Kalashniy Row* then?

I don't need to fool myself for an electorate of sheep

A game with no rules - I'm outside of it

I have a head of full of fog and my calling to is get paper dirty

I'm all for myself and it won't f*ck with me!

[Verse 1]

I wasn't born to do great things

What am I warring with, f*ck, the leader or the dissident?

And how I stupidly found myself with this constant thing

In the middle of life in the forest within the twilight

I barely wear a cross for I am not Jesus

Who and to where will I ever lead? I'm lost myself.

They ask who have I become? What am I fighting for? Where's the way

Eat your fill, thanks to god, let me support you

Give me credit, don't get worked up and don't worry

Who sticks out? Don't teach me how to live! Little by little

Dolce Vita, Chic or Kitsch - it's all too much

Rich men: Givenchy, Jimmy- Jimmy Choo

Judging by their eyes, everyone is really cheered up

The jaw here and there, frozen gums

Honestly guys, I myself don't even know who I've become

I'm just a writer, my job is to write - not f*ck around!

[Chorus]

The city dwellers don't care who's the captain taking control

God forbid give me woe from wit!

If authority just clowns around, fighting it is a waste of time.

Why must I go to the Kalashniy Row* then?

I don't need to fool myself for an electorate of sheep

A game with no rules - I'm outside of it

I have a head of full of fog and my calling to is get paper dirty

I'm all for myself and it won't f*ck with me!

[Verse 2]

I won't start a fight with evil

All the rebels here are as doomed as Absalom

I'm all for good, but I write books and as for the rest:

Yes burn in the blue fire! I don't give a f'ck!

Hiding from my issues and where do I go to make trouble?

I'm the city with no rights here myself - good for me

I'm not a rich kid from here. I naturally see the bigotry of a despot.

Who has an honest offshore here?

Well, if you find a corner - don't shit where you live

Your conversations about the trumpets are f*cked up

I haven't kissed any b*tch's ass - my conscience is clear

The rest is society's problem - Listen, why'd you do that?

They already rubbed me about Olympus and shame

The party isn't a convent, take off your halo and cool off

We have a banquet while it's noisy, are the nymph's eyes empty?

But then again our nymphs are young, yours are like Windows 3

Doesn't f*ck around!

[Chorus]

The city dwellers don't care who's the captain taking control

God forbid give me woe from wit!

If authority just clowns around, fighting it is a waste of time.

Why must I go to the Kalashniy Row* then?

I don't need to fool myself for an electorate of sheep

A game with no rules - I'm outside of it

I have a head of full of fog and my calling to is get paper dirty

I'm all for myself and it won't f*ck with me!

The city dwellers don't care who's the captain taking control

God forbid give me woe from wit!

If authority just clowns around, fighting it is a waste of time.

Why must I go to the Kalashniy Row* then?

I don't need to fool myself for an electorate of sheep

A game with no rules - I'm outside of it

I have a head of full of fog and my calling to is get paper dirty

I'm all for myself and it won't f*ck with me!

[Outro]

Understand that it won't f*ck me up

What do you have? A strong world here? A politician?

Hello! I'm a writer. The role of the savior isn't mine.

Look how not even the grief gets to me.

Time to go home, this party's ruined - some drank too much and is vomiting

I come out onto the square, lights, but we're not in New York. Given that the car is roaring

I almost sit in a taxi, but I suddenly see her..

• Artist:Oxxxymiron
• Album:Горгород (2015)