Тень - Oxxxymiron
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{Verse 1}
Writes a chick with an ass that's big and tight
But with the self-esteem of a fragile statue
Cultural exchange is a scream from year to year
On a fall tour, hotel, not a drop of self-esteem
Drops on the window, je ne sais pas
How she doesn't whisper “Stop” yet
Maybe she believes it's worth sleeping with to reeducate
The colonizer's burden
The missionary's seed through the ages on
Madame Butterfly, Miss Syktyvkar
Princess of the savages
For eight thousand kilometers of villages
Thеre's a mysterious harem
An instacavaliеr on her way to the county town of N
She wears a cork helmet with her wine mouth
A stopping by, Novosibirsk is Saigon
He won't take her with him in his minibus
I'm an artist from out of town: I'll paint and leave
She'll take three transfers and a poster to the neighborhood
Isn't that a mutually beneficial exchange?
The native is happy, he's a courteous gentleman
Isn't he honest and frank
Always cheerful and skillful, by comparison
Look at his coworkers
In the mirror he's a gentleman, tomorrow he'll be on his way back
He's proud to be on equal footing with the locals
Not a shadow of a doubt, but the drops say in the window pane:
“Not a drop of self-respect, but who's got it?”
{Chorus}
My shadow hides behind my back
My shadow, it's following me on the ground
But I don't believe
That we're one and the same, me and her
My shadow, it's hiding behind me
My shadow, it's following me on the ground
Just a silhouette, it's so ugly and cruel
We're one and the same, me and my shadow
{Verse 2}
Ha, half a mil a night again
For debauchery in the morning, it's a waste
Somebody's daughter's wriggling on a pole
In the velvet of the privates the primates are floundering
It's a kirk for devout parishioners
A bunch of benefactors compete in generosity
How he disrespected misers and greeders
How he liked to impress the girls with his broad gestures
The family waved goodbye to the gifts
“What's the point? Don't do it, it's too expensive.”
And he's on the business class to his home, he's smiling
They were so touched by his souvenirs
In the rearview mirror of the spender
A generous soul, a wrong kind of Jew
Not a shadow of a doubt, but drops hard into the windshield:
“To impress with broad gestures, but who?”
{Chorus}
My shadow hides behind my back
My shadow, it's following me on the ground
But I don't believe
That we're one and the same, me and her
My shadow, it's hiding behind me
My shadow, it's following me on the ground
Just a silhouette, it's so ugly and cruel
We're one and the same, me and my shadow
{Verse 1}
Writes a chick with an ass that's big and tight
But with the self-esteem of a fragile statue
Cultural exchange is a scream from year to year
On a fall tour, hotel, not a drop of self-esteem
Drops on the window, je ne sais pas
How she doesn't whisper “Stop” yet
Maybe she believes it's worth sleeping with to reeducate
The colonizer's burden
The missionary's seed through the ages on
Madame Butterfly, Miss Syktyvkar
Princess of the savages
For eight thousand kilometers of villages
Thеre's a mysterious harem
An instacavaliеr on her way to the county town of N
She wears a cork helmet with her wine mouth
A stopping by, Novosibirsk is Saigon
He won't take her with him in his minibus
I'm an artist from out of town: I'll paint and leave
She'll take three transfers and a poster to the neighborhood
Isn't that a mutually beneficial exchange?
The native is happy, he's a courteous gentleman
Isn't he honest and frank
Always cheerful and skillful, by comparison
Look at his coworkers
In the mirror he's a gentleman, tomorrow he'll be on his way back
He's proud to be on equal footing with the locals
Not a shadow of a doubt, but the drops say in the window pane:
“Not a drop of self-respect, but who's got it?”
{Chorus}
My shadow hides behind my back
My shadow, it's following me on the ground
But I don't believe
That we're one and the same, me and her
My shadow, it's hiding behind me
My shadow, it's following me on the ground
Just a silhouette, it's so ugly and cruel
We're one and the same, me and my shadow
{Verse 2}
Ha, half a mil a night again
For debauchery in the morning, it's a waste
Somebody's daughter's wriggling on a pole
In the velvet of the privates the primates are floundering
It's a kirk for devout parishioners
A bunch of benefactors compete in generosity
How he disrespected misers and greeders
How he liked to impress the girls with his broad gestures
The family waved goodbye to the gifts
“What's the point? Don't do it, it's too expensive.”
And he's on the business class to his home, he's smiling
They were so touched by his souvenirs
In the rearview mirror of the spender
A generous soul, a wrong kind of Jew
Not a shadow of a doubt, but drops hard into the windshield:
“To impress with broad gestures, but who?”
{Chorus}
My shadow hides behind my back
My shadow, it's following me on the ground
But I don't believe
That we're one and the same, me and her
My shadow, it's hiding behind me
My shadow, it's following me on the ground
Just a silhouette, it's so ugly and cruel
We're one and the same, me and my shadow
