Don’t lose heart “to kill the spirit of Anchorage”!

New era rap

This material was published in a special tab in issue 17 “Novaya Gazeta. Magazine"

When in the cities there are fires and scaffolds,

Oohs and ahs

Plague and rust

When tanks get stuck at circuses -

It's time for a punk to be born

And laugh.

It doesn't matter how cold it comes from:

Flanders, Vologda,

Nazareth, Torzhok.

I don’t care what to call him:

even Holden-Caulfield,

At least a pot.

The main thing is that the pipe is not stupid,

Iroquois stands

The leather is not worn.

Here's one on used ear equipment

He will compose Homer and troubadours,

And the Sermon on the Mount in garages.

And he will joke

over Grozny and Karl,

And in general it will be clear

normal gyoz.

And he will sing

And they will sing with him until

The asshole fishmonger will not write a denunciation.

And the riot police will come, and - oh woe, woe! —

They will take away the pipe and burn down the garage,

And in about a hundred years Gorin will rewrite it

And he will overplay “The King and the Fool.”

And then they tear down the sign

last address,

And legislatively

They will tell you to forget.

And he will rise in spirit

free Flanders,

To kill the spirit of Anchorage.

And the text will be rewritten in words,

They will sing in the square and tremble -

And he will laugh over the abyss,

Laugh at meanness,

Above the rusty life

Laugh at death.