Atmosphere - God Loves Ugly - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Camping 1

I wear my scars like pimp rings,

My life resembles the life of the captain from a sinking ship,

And the only thing I can guarantee you,

The fact that I look like a debt collector - I hope you will be honest with me; I paid taxes for ten years, moreover, before that I was just another type on the bus,

With a knitting leg under the rhythm on the radio,

Dreaming for a microphone and money, and women -

Oh mom! I promise that I will become famous -

Once I will stop jaming your car,

I will achieve a lot with my skill and charisma,

Until my face is placed on a banknote of a million bucks.

Atmosphere is just a word of ten letters,

Caution - the name of my bird with trimmed wings, and if you have not heard this, then what did you hear at all? You are probably sick, then I will offer you to be treated! In the company with a bottle of full "fix"

I wander along the street in the direction of Knob Creek.

I do not have antipathy for you, I just don't want to talk. You are a habit of horseradish, better stay away from me! The world is in equilibrium in accordance with the laws of mathematics, based on everything that you have ever folded and subtracted; I call on the chin from above to turn on the other brains,

Accept my way of life - God loves freaks.

Chorus: God loves freaks

Camping 2

Once a long time ago in Mineapolis

I was damn close to becoming a nail nail - I went on stage - who is it?

- My name is the brake, I'm here to kill a little time. I don’t understand why everything is bumped around there

Each other, because they can poorly hear music,

And if everything starts when they are ready, then when will they be ready? How much more should I wait when these rams will be relaxed? Everything becomes clear as a white day -

No one sees tears when you carry the storm,

Shy of generally accepted norms and a reap yield,

Measuring the value of the depth of suffering.

I accept all the hatred that is intended for me.

I remained on the sacred paths of a real hip -hop -

When soldiers began to lack food,

I began to beat the egg so that soon a brood appeared.

Let it be so, we will check this captain for fear,

And I keep the course right in the shallow area -

Turning to my shadow, he gave advice to me,

He said that I would plant a tree and grow it out of anger.

So give me a ray of light, a bit of love and a little drink; I sneak in the night and take out a cork from the hole,

And when the water arrives, and water begins to shimmer through the dam, I will swim with the flow, remaining true to my deformation ...

Chorus: God loves freaks

Truck 3

Why scream if you can get lost inside

Wide -screen box? Let life be a lump

Melted ice cream, or will be a deer whose horns

Hanging at my house. I swing to the sides when the light turned on, stiffed with fear - reality is simply unbearable for paranoid pacing around,

Carefree - it is not surprising that you are in love with your

Doctor. Good night, my little hour bomb.

Chorus: God loves freaks