Awakening as a new stage in the discovery of a new
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After these stories, there are few reasons for life,
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But the body - a crypt, creaking and staggering, will reach the city
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And under the columns of the arches of the bridges these clowns
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We will be told how not to become them
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In this strange and cruel world
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Where among the bastards and fucking bitches
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We are looking for a reason to die
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(Perpetuate my life in VK status, pigs)
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In public they will not tell them the bitter truth
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And no matter how hard you try, life will fuck you anyway
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I will open my eyes and closer to the eternal one iota, because
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Each step to the cliff only separates flight from death
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So appreciate the moment
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Ice pierces all the pain in the glass
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Covering with an avalanche of years
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Time is a dangerous companion in this Russian roulette
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Provide you with a fully loaded revolver
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(Shoot!)
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In the light of past weekends
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I believe who will die with nothing -
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In the morning it will become a legend
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(We'll sing!)
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Among the grief-stricken madmen
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A song without perfect chords
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About how not to wake up by yourself
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People are not painted by recklessness,
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But they put on makeup in front of the crowd
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Hoping to at least muffle your pain
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Hoping to remain unrecognized, but I see these snakes in the grass, in front of me
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What are you firing? |
We are not friends
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Let us play life, but know who the judge is
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In this house I will become the wind, containing the tears of people in myself
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Drowning in the occult intercourse of buildings
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Among the creatures laughing behind the scenes
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The light from the windows knows no names
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And I don't know where to look for mine, but we will definitely find
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I am not alone and I fly to the sound
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In this space, you and I cannot avoid separation
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And in billions of bodies we cannot find relatives and two
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I hate these fucking people around
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I am not alone and I fly to the sound
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In this space, you and I cannot avoid separation
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And in billions of bodies we cannot find relatives and two
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I hate these fucking people around
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I am not alone and I fly to the sound
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In this space, you and I cannot avoid separation
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And in billions of bodies we cannot find relatives and two
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I hate these fucking people around
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Around, around, these fucking people around |