Накануне [Nakanune] [English translation]

Insensibly moved the blanket, for that anathemizing myself

She came out of foam leaving a lean print of the shoulder on the tile

Now, that's your end, you're finishing badly, old fool — that's your epitaph

Darkness falls upon the city, rascals go to sleep, mafia awakens

There under us, the swarming anthill opens its mouth, like a Rottweiler

Teaching us to survive, while at this time those, who are above, are tought to solve equations

And while the city is vertically divided, she grabs without a thought

Not even waking up, my dick, and I'm smiling to her, and understand that I'm fatally lost

Pity I can't hold the moment of this last night before the final fall

For tomorrow will turn everything over, tomorrow a couple of people won't return back home

For sure, the nests are tight there for those, who sacredly believe in a place under the sun

For those, who weren't satisfied enough by the view of stars, those, who will go for themselves to the abyss pass

Two hours remaining, soon the action will start. The despot on the mountain has become the target of the battle. Waste!

Should've rescued himself running away. If I could only hold through the night, as it's sung

And hold through the day. Could have I been imagining to myself a couple of days ago without foolishness

What, despite out mutual bed, the meeting with my Girl — Oh Fuck would now result into? Brya!

There are sky lights above the head

Like neon slogans;

Built-in LED worlds

Are seen through the window like a panel

It shall dawn, the circle in the skies shall turn aflame

Tomorrow, angry and happy sunrise

You will read about everything in the news

But meanwhile...

There are sky lights above the head

Like neon slogans;

Built-in LED worlds

Are seen through the window like a panel

If there's luck, the garrison will be broken and captured

The Rubicon crossed, the time has passed

You will read about everything in the news

The city sleeps on the mountain

Here it is, a copy of Gotham with Compton

Windows in the dark

Thieves and cops, the road above the abyss

Bitter smoke on the water

Moloch does his duty, vaults of Metropolis

Dark citadel

Either a resort or a dystopia

The Guru's HQ is where it's dark, where it's wet, dusty, where there's gloom. That's how it's done out here

Either throne or a pit of shit, either prince or a slave

And the golden sunrise doesn't sing for the slaves, the silver sunset doesn't call for them

From far away, it is not for them the horizon shall spark and unthinkable riches will be found —

It is only for the masters. If you haven't noticed what I'm about, you're apparently blind,

Go out on the light, let the invisible hound attack your trail, unseen by yourself

The storm is coming, very soon thunder and snow will fall upon the city, doom and death

I haven't fully got what I'm describing, but I've just seen it in the dream, and the words "where there's no us"

The dream dictates [to write] in the notebook: "Don't waste your time"

I pledge to write until the time goes backwards, until the burden is swept away like a strand. It's time to win Pulitzer

I'm waking up, and crouching on the chair, fearing to write some trash, am eagerly writing thickly,

If only I could be done till the morning, for I might get shot. Three pages — half an hour,

I hear the inner voice. No, not conscience, but my inner hunger

That remembers of how young I had been, before Moloch turned me into fluff

Before money, gor1, clubs, billboards, magazines, where I had been unexpectedly instantly awarded

I'm writing the one-minute anger again. It dawns. She sleeps. I'm mastering the word

There are sky lights above the head

Like neon slogans;

Built-in LED worlds

Are seen through the window like a panel

It shall dawn, the circle in the skies shall turn aflame

Tomorrow, angry and happy sunrise

You will read about everything in the news

But meanwhile...

There are sky lights above the head

Like neon slogans;

Built-in LED worlds

Are seen through the window like a panel

If there's luck, the garrison will be broken and captured

The Rubicon crossed, the time has passed

You will read about everything in the news

1. A kind of drug, according to the plot in other songs in the album

• Artist:Oxxxymiron