Хитиновый Покров [Khitinovyy Pokrov] [English translation]

People live in manors, waste their heritage, end up in stairwells

And people live together, but it's a sequence of mechanical actions

At first, people are such dreamers that consume with their eyes and wait in the night

But people reap sorrows, burn the pier after leaving and shrug their shoulders

People find something in words, go to therapists, and get dogs

People get acquainted again like nothing's wrong, they don't lose their minds

People believe in horoscopes and astrological signs, but everyone is replaceable — slots are the same

And the city is drowning in greenery, someone swims out, someone drowns — C'est la vie

And we never know what we've lost...

There's a whirpool ahead, I'm vulnerable, don't peel off my chitinous carapace

But who would touch your face now?

There's a whirpool ahead, don't spare me, peel off my chitinous carapace

People spill liqueur on a counter sitting in a bar, they drink it since

Not everyone takes well that nobody will ever tell them: wait a minute

And yes, everything complete and appropriate is much more appreciated here

And if something is shared — it's a bad call. All men can aim, they'll put their hands on it in a heartbeat

People suffer, choose 500 different outfits when they lose their faces

People die and that's it, there's a landlord, he evicts tenants...

People see signs and omens everywhere, but they're not sure where their fears and doubts are

And clouds hang around the sky, absolutely mute and totally indifferent

And we never know what we've lost...

There's a whirpool ahead, I'm vulnerable, don't peel off my chitinous carapace

But who would touch your face now?

There's a whirpool ahead, don't spare me, peel off my chitinous carapace

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