Song дрейдл (dreidl) oxxxymiron lyrics english

[Verse 1]


Everything for God’s sake


Everything for God’s sake


Nowhere is it so lonely


Like on the stadium stage

Who knows where I’ve been all these years?


Surviving pilots rely debriefing


from the ego there is no antidote


, but there are antipodes

fill up eblet and finish the job


for this sometimes has to go under the water


to stop playing the super-heroes


and leave the city

neither enlightenment nor wisdom


again metnot the corner house with Alfred Pennyworth


garish room, largish entrance

Immodest car fleet and ridiculous wardrobe Sold


everything, cleaned the mezzanine


With an attic, plus overhaul

Breathe freely, but all around the same Gotham


It will always be dumb here until it breaks out


Forensic-prison-police reform

[Chorus]


Paws to samizdat


Magistrates and Uncle Styopa are pulling


Reading Jew, but not Matisyahu

Hitchhiking through the galaxy


Let go, throw in a hat


Credit cards, ducats, zlotys


If there is a coin like a numismatist


If not a penny, hum lines

[Verse 2]


Keys knows dwarf Fort Boyard


All who are here natal chart – contour


We were engaged in soul-searching


While the world reshapes private military companies

Steep my dreidel


No, I did not go to yeshiva


lived in Christ’s bosom, Moshe the collar


Game four hands, show-offs of the highest order

But behind the drum-machine of my soul, And Brahma and Shiva


Upper power, a single pattern The


shaitan burned down, go to my cafe shantan

My world is an immersive theater


Where beauty coexists with ugliness


And there is no leadership, no entertainer


No wine cards

But a top is spinning around the stage


Four faces, special child


Chaos and shadow


And all this is mixed in you, as in me


Look more often at our crazy tavern

[Chorus]


Paws to samizdat


Pulling magistrates and Uncle Styopa


Reading Jew, but not Matisyahu


Hitchhiking through the galaxy

Let go through, throw in a hat


Credit cards, ducats, zlotys


If there is a coin like a numismatist


If not a penny, hum the lines