Накануне [Nakanune] [English translation]

Quietly tuck her in

As you issue yourself for that an anathema.

She came out of foam, imprinting her thin shoulder on the tile.

And you’re done, "You're going down, old fool" - that's the whole epitaph.

Darkness engulfs the city - the thugs fall asleep, the mafia wakes up.

Below us, a swarming anthill gapes its jaw like a rottweiler,

Teaching us how to survive

While those at the top learn how to solve equations.

And while the city is vertically divided, she instinctively grabs my dick,

Without waking up even, and I smile at her, and I know I'm fatally lost.

Pity we cannot hold back for a moment

What remains of the night before the final fall

'Cause tomorrow will change everything, tomorrow some won't return home

'Cause there definitely are some cramped nests

For those who firmly believe in a place in the sun,

For those who couldn't look their fill at the stars

Those who will go alone to the abyss pass.

In two hours the action will start.

The despot on the mountain became war target

For nothing, should've fled.

Ah, to last the night, as the song goes,

And to stand the day. Could I've imagined

A couple of days ago in a sound mind

What, except a shared bed, meeting

My fucked up girl will turn into?

Above our heads is a sky span of lights,

Like neon slogans.

In the window, like murals, we see

LED-fledged worlds.

Dawn will break, the wheel will blaze in the skies.

Tomorrow will be an angry and joyful sunrise.

You'll read about it all in the news,

In the meantime...

Above our heads is a sky span of lights,

Like neon slogans.

In the window, like murals, we see

LED-fledged worlds.

We'll get lucky - the garrison will be taken and crushed.

Rubicon will be crossed, time is up.

You'll read about it all in the news.

The city sleeps on the mount.

Here she is, a copy of Gotham and Compton.

Windows seen in the dark

Thieves and cops, road over precipice,

Bitter smoke on the water,

Moloch's at work, arches of Metropolis,

Dark citadel -

Part resort and part dystopia.

Guru's base - where it's dark,

Where it's damp, where it's dusty, where's gloom.

That's the custom -

It's either a throne or a shit pit, a prince or a slave.

And for the slaves the gold sunrise doesn't sing

The silver sunset doesn't call

Distant horizon will blaze not for them,

Nor will they find a magnificent treasure - that is just for the lords.

If you can't see what I mean, you must be blind, come to the light

Let the invisible hound pick up the unseen trail

A cyclone is coming, soon the city will be drenched in downpour and snow

Ruin and death

I don't know what it's all about, but I've just seen it all in a dream,

And the words 'Where we are not'

And the dream still dictates: 'Don't waste time'

I promise to write, until the time turns back

Until the burden is blown away like a strand of hair. Time to win the Pulitzer!

I get up, hunched on a chair, afraid to get sloppy

I write for all I'm worth, if only to finish by morning,

After all, I can catch a bullet, three pages - half an hour.

I hear my inner voice

No, not conscience, but my inner hunger

Which remembers how youthful and young I was

Before Moloch ground me into dust

Before prizes, drugs, clubs, billboards,

Magazines, where I was suddenly crowned

I write again of current troubles

It's dawn, she's asleep, I'm working my word.

Above our heads is a sky span of lights,

Like neon slogans.

In the window, like murals, we see

LED-fledged worlds.

Dawn will break, the wheel will blaze in the skies.

Tomorrow will be an angry and joyful sunrise.

You'll read about it all in the news,

In the meantime...

Above our heads is a sky span of lights,

Like neon slogans.

In the window, like murals, we see

LED-fledged worlds.

We'll get lucky - the garrison will be taken and crushed.

Rubicon will be crossed, time is up.

You'll read about it all in the news.

• Artist:Oxxxymiron