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[Verse 1, Oxxxymiron]:
Fuck brains abs again, chills and jet lag.
Stick your badge and questions up your ass, Sherlock!
We give rap a part of ourselves, like Tosin - dzhent.
We mow the cache without wiping the tears; the year is inscribed on the tombstone.

We ask in vain: "Give us all here not just an overnight stay!"
And that the nomad is waiting so, the light of the tavern will blink.
We are the ones who sacrifice everything here to onlookers -
Those who carry a ring around their neck will throw it into the vent.

And what in return? Dude, what's in return? What?
Folk love - bitter bread, banter at the show "Evening"?
When you're poor, you expect all the dreams from the big check, but
Where will you go when the check does not save you, like healing juice?

[Verse 2, Oxxxymiron]:
Ok, what are you on? You have everything -
What the underground rapper could only dream of.
You have risen from the mob, instead of being calm
Rejoice in the take-offs - again deplorable text.

You check how we live -
You probably don't live like that, no one at all,
And we have alcohol cheaper than a textbook -
So if you whine, you suck like Chandler.

It's more than you! More than
Your soul-searching worthless clown.
Chel, you remember, you and I walked in step for a hundred years,
Side by side for a hundred years we walked along the road to the dream from the DEPO to the final one.

Than lay low for another couple of years -
Better get this crap off.
Hey, liquid, you're not like an eternal campaign.
Oh, come on, get it together! Why are you so gentle?

[Verse 3, Oxxxymiron]:
Your truth, but you, like, it's too early
They drew their own conclusions from it, boys.
I lost myself in a year and a half;
Two friends are dead, the third is in intensive care.

Every step I take is under a microscope.
And real talk, if at least once you blundered - that's it
I waited a year to give up the throne.
Monomakh's hat is heavy.
I'm tired of all the fuck in the mouth!

The age when you start, everything is simple;
You catch everything from the air, bullying adults.
Remember, my home was a drifting island; -
From property only the future and air?

There is nothing to write: "Oxy, grow your hair!" -
I went completely bald in three years in the media.
And I would like to leave, but let my friends down
Do not give scraps of honor and conscience.

[Verse 4, Oxxxymiron]:
And from the oral cavity it would be necessary
A new verse and so that the flow - plastid!
Like a pop artist, but still an MC
Big Boss C.E.O. that feeds the team.

Good son, his on the board - the same type,
Oxford graduate - fuck everyone.
You are over the abyss in the rye, over the abyss of rye.
On Crowley's hand is the motto: "God forgives."

MCs are friends against; circling, wandering -
Already round dances around my carcass lead.
But I am a living corpse, the flesh is choking me,
And if you stab me, I'll bust my stomach.

How to flow, song, gypsy.
It became not clear what, there was a schoolboy with glasses;
But I'm not sad, ** I, spit -
Because my bipolar girl loves me.

About the song Oxxxymiron - Bipolar

• After a year and a half of waiting (and to be completely accurate, then 511 days according to Levon Saribekyan's website), Oksimiron releases the single "Bipolarochka". Quote: "I haven't released anything for so long that I forgot how and where to upload it - so I'm counting on craftsmen!". The work was written and recorded on the night of 09/13/17 at the production of BluntCath, which in August the rapper GUF "rinsed" in his track Cleanliness. The song was recorded and mixed by London-based beatmaker, MC and Portuguese-born singer Porchi, (real name Dario Vieira).

  It is worth noting that the composition is quite depressing in nature (some admirers of Miron's work compared the content with no less than Confession). The very name "Bipolarochka" means manic-depressive psychosis, which Oxxxymiron actually narrates about, recalling all the events that have happened to him lately. The text contains a reference to the death of one of the leaders of the group

Bipolar - what is it? Definition, meaning, translation

Oksimiron

jetlag .
shove it up your ass badge and questions, Sherlock.

ril current





flow plastid.
Like a pop artist, but still an MC. Big boss, CEO that feeds the team.
A good son, his own to the board, the same type, an Oxford graduate, everyone is pi.dy.
You are over the abyss in the rye, over the abyss of rye.
Crawley has the motto "God forgives" on his arm.
MC they are friends against, they are circling, they are wandering, they are already dancing around my carcass.
But I'm a living corpse, the flesh is choking me, and if you stab me, I'll tear my stomach.
So, pour a gypsy song. It became unclear what, there was a schoolboy with glasses. But I'm not sad either x. I, spit.
Because my bipolar girl loves me.

In a battle with Dizasterom (Dizaster) in Los Angeles. The rap battle was without judges, but Disaster claimed that his opponent won: “He won, as always. He held his own in the first battle in English against the best battle rapper in the world."

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Oksimiron also became a guest on Eminem's Shade 54 radio and gave an interview project VladTV, founded by Vladimir Lyubovny (Dj Vlad). Miron spoke about his life in Europe, creativity and studies in England. “I was born in St. Petersburg. My father is a physicist and our family moved frequently because of his work. We came to Germany when I was nine. Then to England. There I graduated from high school and entered Oxford, ”the rapper shared. He graduated from the Faculty of English Language and Literature in one of the most prestigious universities in the world thanks to his school teacher. It was she who suggested Miron to submit documents, and he coped with the exams.

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Popular

Miron was fond of hip-hop from the age of 13, at the same time he began to write lyrics. “Music has completely changed my life. For a few years after university, I was unemployed, only composing and releasing tracks. At some point, everything worked out, ”said Oksimiron.

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As it turned out, the popular rapper suffered from bipolar disorder, but is still not sure how accurate the diagnosis was made by doctors: “I have always struggled with something like extreme mood swings. Doctors told me about manic depression, then the name of the diagnosis changed. They gave me medicines, but I never took them.”

Bipolar- Oksimiron's song, which he released in September 2017 after a year and a half break. Immediately thereafter, the abbreviated name for bipolar disorder became trendy among teenagers listening to the rapper and formed a small subculture around them.

Origin

Rapper Oxxxymiron September 14, 2017 released new track "Bipolar". He tweeted that he recorded and mixed it in one night.

Since 2015, when the Gorgorod album was released, Oksimiron has not had new songs. “Bipolarochka” is about the life of a rapper, problems with press attention, fatigue and death of friends. In addition, the text contains a hint of a battle with Slava CPSU, which Oksimiron lost with a score of 5:0 in August.

Lyrics of Song "Bipolarochka"

Again fuck the brains of the press, chills and jetlag
Shove your badge and questions up your ass, Sherlock.
We give rap a part of ourselves, like Tosin dzhentu
We mow the cache without wiping the tears, the year is inscribed on the tombstone

We ask in vain: give us all here not just an overnight stay
And what a nomad, so waiting for the light of the tavern to blink
We are the ones who sacrifice everything here to onlookers
Those who carry the ring around their neck and throw it into the vent

And what in return? Dude, what's in return?
That people's love is bitter bread - banter at the evening show
When you're poor you expect all the dreams from the big check, but
Where will you go when the check does not save you, like healing juice?

“Ok, what are you on?
You have everything that an underground rapper could dream of
You have grown from the blackness, instead of calmly enjoying the rise -
Again deplorable text, you check how we live,
You probably don't live like that no one at all
We have alcohol cheaper than a textbook.
So if you whine you suck like Chandler

It's more than you, more than
Your soul-searching worthless clown
Chel, you remember, you and I walked in step for a hundred years
Side by side for a hundred years we walked along the road to a dream
From the depot to the end. Than lie down on the bottom
For a couple more years, it's better to go away with this crap.
“Listen, liquid, you don’t seem to be eternal
Well, get yourself together! Why are you so gentle?"

The truth is yours, but you
It's too early to draw conclusions from it, boys,
I lost myself in a year and a half.
Friends: two are dead, the third is in intensive care.

Every step I take is under the microscope
And real talk, if you blundered at least once, that's all
I waited a year to give up the throne
Monomakh's hat is heavy, I'm tired of fucking everyone in the mouth

The age when you start and just everything
Catching out of thin air, bullying adults.
Do you remember? My home was a drifting island
From property only the future and air?

Nothing to write - "Oxy, grow your hair"
I went completely bald in three years in the media
And I would like to leave, but let my friends down
Do not give scraps of honor and conscience

And from the mouth
We need a new verse and flow-plastid
Like a pop artist, but still an MC
Big boss, CEO that feeds the team

Good son, the same type on the board
Oxford graduate, fuck everyone
You are over the abyss in the rye, over the abyss of rye
On Crowley's arm is the motto, God Forgives.

MCs are friends against, circle-roam
Already round dances around my carcass lead
But I, a living corpse, the flesh chokes me
And if you stab me, I'll tear my tummy

So pour the song gypsy
It became unclear what, there was a schoolboy with glasses
But I'm not fucking sad, spit
Because my bipolar girl loves me

Oksimiron's fans enthusiastically accepted the song. A day later, the word “Bipolarochka” flooded the Russian-language Twitter, and dozens of people even changed the names of their accounts to this word. And although not all fans are fully aware of the severity of the disease, many of them began to apply quotes from "Bipolar" to their teenage suffering.

Pretty quickly it became a buzzword, and, like everything fashionable, this phenomenon has its own haters. Those who are familiar with the manifestation of a real bipolar woman are indignant about this.

We can say that the passion for the song managed to form a small subculture in a short time. Already, the dominance of the same type of posts a la “my bipolar girl loves me” is reminiscent of the era of “vanilla” or emo. Fans of Oksimiron are actively looking for signs of bipolar disorder in order to somehow be closer to their idol.

Meaning

The word "bipolar" is an abbreviation for "bipolar affective disorder", which is also called manic-depressive syndrome. In people with this disease, the state of mania is replaced by depression, sometimes there are periods of mental health. To treat the disorder, you need to take a significant number of medications.

Bipolar disorder was diagnosed in Oksimiron when he was studying at Oxford. During the period of illness, he was expelled from the university, but recovered and graduated from the university.

After the release of the track, “bipolar” began to symbolize any blues and depression, although these are different concepts. In some cases, you can also find the transfer of words to inanimate objects.

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You can have different attitudes towards Russian rap (or not at all - like, for example, I did until last week), but this phenomenon is more than worthy of attention.

When a person who is listened to by millions frankly speaks about his mental disorder, this greatly affects people's attitude towards the diagnosis in general. And if there are many such brave people in the USA and Europe, then we have Miron Fedorov, if not the first, then one of them. Which is very typical for a "bipolar girl", after a year and a half without new releases, Miron came up with and recorded the track in one night.

Oxxxymiron's official website states: "During my studies, I was expelled (from Oxford, in 2006) with a diagnosis of 'manic depression' and re-enrolled. So the name of the composition is not an artistic image at all.

But I am a living corpse, the flesh is choking me, and if you stab me, I will tear my stomach.
So pour the song, gypsy girl.
It became unclear what, there was a schoolboy with glasses.
But I'm not sad ***** [not at all - hereinafter the "translation" of the author], I spit after all.
My bipolar girl loves me."

The quote “My bipolar loves me” became a meme in a matter of days, and teenagers continue to take it away across hundreds of accounts.

And older people write malicious posts that they had a bipolar, when it was not yet “fashionable”. Judging by social media, most rap fans haven't given much thought to the context, seeing "bipolar" as a pretty buzzword like "hype". For example, in Oksimiron’s public page with 800 thousand subscribers they write: “Come on already, get out of depression and creative collapse!”

But there are those who are serious about it. “For each composition I can understand whether Oxy is now manic or depressed,” writes a girl with a sad avatar. And there is some truth in this. Myron's work betrays not only his philological education, but also all the nuances of the worldview of a person who is regularly thrown from a height into an abyss and back.

A lot of it is about survival, struggle. Fight with yourself, your own craving for self-destruction

I knew my diagnosis in advance - spontaneous combustion.
The doctor said, "Manic depression!"
("Spontaneous spontaneous combustion")

Myron throws from depressive hopelessness:

Brown's movement through dirty dens.
Around either clowns or clones - there are millions of them.
Gray days, gray people, like gray dust,
They settle on my gray convolutions.
("I'm bored with life")

... to a manic frenzy:

Kitties, kitties, kitties, kitties around, I am a March cat!
….Probably, this is my paradise!
("Madness")

But all the joys of life are mixed with pain:

And why this pain from the experiment?
I don't even have the will to be rebellious.
I don’t understand why it covered specifically -
But covered specifically and, like, for a long time.
("Girl ** [fam fatale]")

I know virgins will lead to problems
But your *** under the hair dryer and ibuprofen;
When ****** [completed] burst into tears…
("Spontaneous spontaneous combustion")

And between these poles - melancholy, apathy and despair:

To live, people run back and forth, only the heels sparkle.
These people always know what to do, but I'm bored.
Life is boring, life is boring, I have nothing to do and therefore it is boring.
Living is boring, living is boring, living.
("I'm bored with life")

I need a doctor, better at home and immediately!
Watson, Freud, Kurpatov, Pepper.
The horizon was clouded and a window slammed somewhere.
By *** [no matter] who, but give me light: God or optical fiber.
("Signs of life")

The good side of “fashion” is that it destroys stigma. People stop being afraid of their condition, consider it something shameful

Miron has stanzas about almost all the symptoms of a bipolar life. For example, about the feeling of one's own grandiosity:

It's cool for you - heaven or hell,
Drugs - a gap, and sometimes covered so terribly
It seemed like I was in a film about the New Testament being removed by Jesus!
("Thoughts stain the brain")

…and about jumping thoughts

I... I can't tell
What's in my cranial TV box.
I'm back, hold on, world!
("Signs of life")

A lot of it is about survival, about struggle. With whom, with what? Miron grew up in the family of a university teacher and librarian, studied at a good British school, then at Oxford. So, about the struggle with oneself, one's own craving for self-destruction.

I lost myself in a year and a half, friends: two are dead, the third is in intensive care.
("Bipolar")

I'm alive, thanks to fortune!
I balance across chasms on stilts.
I walk stooping and jumping like a fool
Through fate and storm, to the elusive Ultima Thule.
("Ivory tower")

About this anxious-depressive “everything is in place, but something is not right”:

Ok, what are you on? You have everything that an underground rapper could dream of,
You have grown from the mob, instead of calmly enjoying the ups, again deplorable text.
("Bipolar")

It is curious that his nickname itself is about a combination of incongruous. Manic depression is also an oxymoron.

It is not surprising that impressionable fans, having heard enough of these rather gloomy recitatives, will find one or another symptom in themselves. (I myself became seriously uncomfortable after two albums in a row.)

But "fashion" definitely has a good side: it destroys stigma. More people will stop being afraid of their condition, consider it something that needs to be hidden with shame.

It will be easier for them to explain their features to others. If in England they habitually talk about someone familiar with bipolar disorder: “Ah, it’s like Stephen Fry”, in the USA - “well, Demi Lovato too”, now our diagnosis has received a recognizable face.

And people will finally be able to ask for help. Indeed, many do not even think that their problem is not laziness and irresponsibility, but a disease that has a cure. So Myron's frankness about his balancing over the abyss may well save someone's life.

about the author

Masha Pushkina– journalist, editor of bipolar.su, author of the book “Bipolar People: How People with Bipolar Disorder Live and Dream” (Publishing Solutions, Ridero, 2017).