Lyrics of F. A. W. C. - Sixtynine, Вис Виталис

F. A. W. C. (original)

1. Мне кажется — скоро весна и свобода.
Вода.
Разговенье от голода года.
Охота.
Охота особого рода —
For All Wild Cats.
Исскуство и кич.
Божество и добыча.
Альянс целомудрия и неприличья.
Ты вряд ли предложишь изысканней дичи
For All Wild Cats.
Мы — Sixty Nine.
Mеня зовут Вис Виталис
Я не из тех, кто смотрит в жизнь из-за кулис
Вот гул затих, я вышел на подмостки.
Весь мир вокруг, он враг.
Он искренний и жесткий.
Ты хочешь быть, как кот, что ходит сам по себе?
Ты хочешь выйти во вход, что нарисован на стене?
Ты просто следуй за мной, я расскажу про себя.
Я вижу тебя.
Я знаю, что ты жил любя.
Пел песни и писал стихи.
Все были в общем-то, глухи.
Ты, как щенок искал тепла, тебя пинали (не со зла), —
Такие правила игры.
Всяк хочет быть царем горы
Все бьют своих, чтоб быть страшней,
Чем ближе ты, тем бьют сильней.
Любовь есть боль, чем ближе к ней,
Тем все больней, больней, больней.
Простая формула.
Весь свод законов простой.
И я ушел, и жил как ветер в усадьбе пустой.
Я видел сотни пар очей, я слышал тысячи речей,
Я тек, как воздух и ручей, и я стал дикий и ничей.
Кому то плач, кому то смех.
Кому то мяч, кому то мех,
Кому калач, кому орех, — и потому все против всех.
Я знаю — у любой монеты две стороны
Что б ты ни выбрал, это — продолженье войны.
Я просто не хочу отдаваться борьбе.
Я просто сам по себе.
(Alone.)
Ты сам по себе, мир твоя территория
Ты тот, кто шалеет от запаха воли
Ты свой, ты живой, ты бродяга, ты воин
Ты не из тех, кто бывает спокоен
Молчанья, рыданья, опавшие листья
Искренность, выстрелы, поиски истины
Кошечки киски высокое близкое
Не шаришь по русски — втыкай по английски:
Cj, c`mon
It’s easy to reside in your own reality
So, don’t be afraid and alarmed of fatality
Just take it away, you’ve got some of ability
And always be sure in your stormy fertility
You catch then you cut, all you can see
No one can stop you, MAN, be free, you’ve got to be free
You’ve got to get in before you get out
It makes you dance (DANCE!!!), that’s what is gonna be about
If somewhere you were stopped by any sticky reazon
Try to find out your lovely huntin` season
It’s great to get high by your mind and your body, buddy
So, never be worst, we always can STUDY
That’s DARKNESS but you can pass it through
Everything is great, HEY, MAN, I’M TALKING TO YOU!!!
Mind all your steps, be real in your soul
It’s my advice for you and for all wild wild cats
Alone
2. Инстинкт.
Сила лжи продолжения рода
Сильнее, чем смерть.
Увертюра и кода.
Вот все, что нам надо — Любовь и Свобода,
For All Wild Cats.
Отчайся, ничей, страх кастратов домашних,
Здесь все против всех.
Ты не наш, ты из наших.
Любовь и Свобода!
Да истинна блажь их
For All Wild Cats
For All Wild Cats, man
…весна-лето 1997, зима 2000, осень 2003.
Слова и музыка — Вис «W"Виталис.
Английский фрагмент — Роман «CJ"Мешков.
Клавишные — W.
Гитары — Low Bob, Ильдар Абдеев.
Бас-гитара — Роман «CJ"Мешков.
Рэп — W, Роман «CJ"Мешков.
Вокал, бэк-вокал, — Карина Кожевникова.
Программирование ударных — W.
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(translation)

1. It seems to me that spring and freedom are coming soon.
Water.
Breaking fast from the hunger of the year.
Hunting.
Hunting of a special kind
For All Wild Cats.
Art and kitsch.
Deity and prey.
An alliance of chastity and obscenity.
You are unlikely to offer more refined game
For All Wild Cats.
We are Sixty Nine.
My name is Vis Vitalis
I am not one of those who look into life from behind the scenes
Now the rumble subsided, I went out onto the stage.
The whole world around, he is the enemy.
He is sincere and tough.
Do you want to be like a cat that walks by itself?
Do you want to go out at the entrance that is painted on the wall?
You just follow me, I'll tell you about myself.
I see you.
I know that you lived in love.
He sang songs and wrote poetry.
Everyone was basically deaf.
You, like a puppy, were looking for warmth, they kicked you (not from evil), -
Such are the rules of the game.
Everyone wants to be king of the hill
Everyone beats their own to be scarier,
The closer you are, the harder they hit.
Love is pain, the closer you get to it,
The more it hurts, the sicker, the sicker.
Simple formula.
The whole set of laws is simple.
And I left, and lived like the wind in an empty estate.
I saw hundreds of pairs of eyes, I heard thousands of speeches,
I flowed like air and a stream, and I became wild and nobody's.
Someone is crying, someone is laughing.
Someone is a ball, someone is a fur,
To whom kalach, to whom nut - and therefore everyone is against everyone.
I know that every coin has two sides
Whatever you choose, it's a continuation of the war.
I just don't want to give myself up to the fight.
I'm just on my own.
(Alone.)
You are on your own, the world is your territory
You are the one who goes crazy from the smell of will
You are yours, you are alive, you are a tramp, you are a warrior
You are not one of those who are calm
Silence, sobs, fallen leaves
Sincerity, shots, the search for truth
pussycats high close
If you don’t rummage in Russian - stick in English:
Cj, c'mon
It's easy to reside in your own reality
So, don't be afraid and alarmed of fatality
Just take it away, you've got some of ability
And always be sure in your stormy fertility
You catch then you cut, all you can see
No one can stop you, MAN, be free, you've got to be free
You've got to get in before you get out
It makes you dance (DANCE!!!), that's what is gonna be about
If somewhere you were stopped by any sticky reason
Try to find out your lovely hunting season
It's great to get high by your mind and your body, buddy
So, never be worst, we always can STUDY
That's DARKNESS but you can pass it through
Everything is great, HEY, MAN, I'M TALKING TO YOU!!!
Mind all your steps, be real in your soul
It's my advice for you and for all wild wild cats
Alone
2. Instinct.
The power of the lie of procreation
Stronger than death.
Overture and coda.
That's all we need - Love and Freedom,
For All Wild Cats.
Despair, no one, fear of castrati at home,
Everyone is against everyone here.
You are not ours, you are one of ours.
Love and Freedom!
Yes, their whim is true
For All Wild Cats
For All Wild Cats, man
... spring-summer 1997, winter 2000, autumn 2003.
Words and music - Vis "W" Vitalis.
English fragment - Roman "CJ" Meshkov.
Keyboards - W.
Guitars — Low Bob, Ildar Abdeev.
Bass guitar - Roman "CJ" Meshkov.
Rap - W, Roman "CJ" Meshkov.
Vocals, backing vocals - Karina Kozhevnikova.
Drum programming - W.
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