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

Why do I call you, I know you're not home. I'm going outside, everybody's talking only about that you're involved in a conspiracy against the mayor. I called everybody, nobody knows where you are. I came to you, the door was opened, at least I took the copy. Please, call me right once you hear this message.

What to say? I see, someone has treaded on a rake

You have dissapointed me, you were tormented

The mountain under us is sitting ducks1, smog with smoke above it

Wine maybe? I have a pretty tolerable vineyard

By all means, you don't get so scared, I'm not a monster

I've even leafed through your published folio. Bravo, bis!

You would have been further making up, joking, writeing about nature, pastorals

Okay, don't be so gloom, my eagles have simply overdone it

They didn't have to spoil your shirt and drag you to the gallows

Why don't you, bastard, calm down? Relax, have fun, don't fret

Those like you always see only negative, when put on scales

But I worry for all the citizens, as if every one of them is my only son

I know, enemies claim that I am, allegedly, afraid of many

That I, allegedly, entwine the whole land like a cephalopod clam

Let be so, but what will it be if I go?

The neighboring cities, having removed their despots, die in need. For comparison here are:

Mountain air, sport and health, resort

Casino, trading house, food courts

Welcome to Gorgorod!

A model of confortable rest

Golf, aquadrom and curling

Welcome to Gorgorod!

Handball world record

Hippodromes, cathedrals, bowling

Welcome to Gorgorod!

My people don't want reforms

And when fed again

Welcome to Gorgorod!

You have assembled only half of the puzzle

Oil painting2, social lift like in Maslow's pyramid

The crowd is many-headed like Hydra or Cerberus

But it doesn't make the weather like a meteorological center

It, though I'm not Niccolò Machiavelli,

Revering, is allured to a block3, loop or stake,

Fear, chrism, icons, khaki, needle and shackles

You are way smarter, what would such plebeians mean to you? Eh?

The idiot under the mountain had washed your brains

"Everything is intertwined" year after year, a bearded anecdote

A rogue-conspirologist. We're familiar with the Guru since

That troublesome warrior was an official, the one whose word was the law

Let's assume, enemies claim that I am, allegedly, afraid of many

Let's assume that I, allegedly, entwine the whole land like a cephalopod clam

Let's assume it is so, but what will it be if I go?

The neighboring cities, having removed their despots, die in need. For comparison here are:

Mountain air, sport and health, resort

Casino, trading house, food courts

Welcome to Gorgorod!

A model of confortable rest

Golf, aquadrom and curling

Welcome to Gorgorod!

Handball world record

Hippodromes, cathedrals, bowling

Welcome to Gorgorod!

My people don't want reforms

And when fed again

Welcome to Gorgorod!

You understand, writer, you're a good guy

But you got in touch with a bad company. They, damn beasts, on purpose

Left you, barely feeling the smell of burning

Look, there's dawn on the horizon, we even have the Sun under our feet

Keep in mind that this time you're lucky, the career

Health, freedom — everything's fine

But here I'll give you my mayor's word: There won't be a second chance

Well, take care, if you once again speak to my daughter Alisa

1. literally "like on a hand"2. a funny, ridiculous, extraordinary situation3. executioner's block

• Artist:Oxxxymiron
• Album:Горгород (2015)