Translation of the song lyrics Цветокор - найтивыход

Цветокор (original)

Это было давно и неправда,
Это просто какой-то вздор.
Я запомнил модель твоей камеры;
Свет и звук, монтаж, цветокор.
Фотофильтры, хэштеги, порядок
Всех твоих постов инстаграма.
Ненавязчивый тон разговора
И блики в витринах рекламных баннеров.
Откатилась ульта — и в бой.
Будь осторожен, следи за собой.
Обойдёмся сегодня без крови.
Неделю без слёз?
Ну, е*ать, ты герой!
В запотевших стёклах в автобусах,
Что несут нас медлительно вдоль
Оголённого парка "Победы"
Раздаётся мучительный вой.
Я в закрытых кинотеатрах (вне)
У курилок любимых баров (ве)
Чёрт возьми, у себя на балконе
(со мос ти).
Томно взгляды кидаю на небо (у)
Глаза мечутся как сумасшедшие (не)
Я, кидая окурок, сгораю (си)
(меня).
Может, просто забыл по привычке,
Что во всём виноват я был сам.
Это не шутки - девчонки, мальчишки;
Энтропия тут, как плацдарм.
А я, медленно-медленно тлею
Как окурок, подкуренный дважды.
Просто зритель на крае Вселенной
Не попавший на вернисаж.
Too far away, too far
Maybe this another language, you know.
Staying in my color correction, you’ll be a direction -
Another direction, you want do be mine.
Too far away, too far
Maybe this another language, you know.
Staying in my color correction, you’ll be a direction -
Another direction, you want do be mine.
Всё, что останется после было до нас тобой;
И всё поперечное встанет в строй -
Напротив встанет и скажет:
"Б*ять, ну и кто ты такой?"
На багряном небе листвой
Прошлое тянет нас вниз за собой
С пепельным дымом и каплями воска,
Что на ладонях будто короста.
Ты красива и так молода (тан),
Бьёшься о камни ты будто волна (цуй).
Да и всё ведь ты знаешь сама
(без ме ня).
Просто молча читай между строк (не)
Ну а слёзы уйдут в водостоки (лю)
Слепо веря иду на восток (би)
(ме ня).
I’ve opened up these scars,
I’ll make you face this,
I’ve pulled myself so far,
I’ll make you face this now.
Too far away, too far
Maybe this another language, you know.
Staying in my color correction, you’ll be a direction -
Another direction, you want do be mine.
Too far away, too far
Maybe this another language, you know.
Staying in my color correction, you’ll be a direction -
Another direction, you want do be mine.

Цветокор (translation)

It was a long time ago and it's not true
It's just some nonsense.
I remember your camera model;
Light and sound, editing, coloring.
Photo filters, hashtags, order
All your Instagram posts.
Unobtrusive tone of conversation
And glare in the windows of advertising banners.
The ult rolled back - and into battle.
Be careful, take care of yourself.
Let's do without blood today.
A week without tears?
Well, f*ck, you're a hero!
In foggy windows on buses
That carry us slowly along
Naked Park "Victory"
An agonizing howl is heard.
I'm in closed theaters (out)
At the smoking rooms of your favorite bars (ve)
Damn it, on my balcony
(from the bridge).
I throw languid glances at the sky (y)
Eyes darting around like crazy (not)
I, throwing a cigarette butt, burn (si)
(me).
Maybe I just forgot out of habit
That it was all my own fault.
These are not jokes - girls, boys;
Entropy is like a foothold here.
And I, slowly, slowly smolder
Like a cigarette butt lit twice.
Just a spectator at the edge of the universe
Not included in the opening day.
Too far away, too far
Maybe this other language, you know.
Staying in my color correction, you'll be a direction -
Another direction, you want to be mine.
Too far away, too far
Maybe this other language, you know.
Staying in my color correction, you'll be a direction -
Another direction, you want to be mine.
All that remains after was you before us;
And everything transverse will be in order -
On the contrary, he will stand up and say:
"Fuck, who are you?"
In the crimson sky foliage
The past is pulling us down
With ashy smoke and drops of wax,
What's on the palms like a scab.
You are beautiful and so young (tan)
You are beating against the stones like a wave (tsui).
Yes, and you know everything yourself
(without me).
Just silently read between the lines (don't)
Well, the tears will go into the drains (lu)
Blindly believing I'm going east (bi)
(me).
I've opened up these scars
I'll make you face this
I've pulled myself so far
I'll make you face this now.
Too far away, too far
Maybe this other language, you know.
Staying in my color correction, you'll be a direction -
Another direction, you want to be mine.
Too far away, too far
Maybe this other language, you know.
Staying in my color correction, you'll be a direction -
Another direction, you want to be mine.