Андрей Трабл - Бенефис - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

An intelligent “ordinary” person, even if he imagined himself in passing (and perhaps throughout his entire life) as a person of genius and originality, nevertheless retains in his heart a worm of doubt, which leads to the point that an intelligent person sometimes ends in complete despair; if he submits, then he is completely poisoned by the vanity driven inside him.

Fifty thousand songs have been written, but there is only one motive in them:

"My character has been the most ardent opponent for five years now.

And there are doors everywhere. Walk in them? Let's go get the key."

It's that I'm locked in

In these notes, beats. Someone loves them too

But I had no idea that trouble was close.

In these verses, as before, it’s just me and the smoke,

You can pour poison in - it won’t get any worse.

I thought that I myself would not jump to the point of delirium.

But who could have known that there was so much evil hidden in good?

I did the opposite, to spite everyone, and at the same time:

Scholarship, university... What the hell kind of teacher are you?

Andrey? The truth is already spraying foam from its mouth:

Will Graham will never find the killer of your dreams.

All that remains is, just remembering these oval faces,

Bent at 19, smiling at 32.

This pattern on the glass is fogged up.

We thought we were free, but we were trapped.

And I don't know when I got sick.

This is all there is for 5 years.

All my “forever” lasted three years and a couplet,

After that there is emptiness. And Fryderyk correctly noticed this.

With whom did I pull apart the sofas and with whom did I share them?

From now on, they spread their legs, and the songs are delirious.

My ace is dozens of ace basements,

Where it was considered an indicator to flash a dick,

Where there is tinder for an idea, but there are no ideas. And I don't

It was so nice to be among people without opinions.

My five-story world almost died then,

When I went crazy, I honored the memory of those closest to me.

I dived to the bottom with a stash - I was left with ulcers.

Take my word for it: it's python strangling now.

I thought of proving myself, but I was afraid of the masses,

Moreover, Zvyagintsev showed you everything for us.

We'll wake up tomorrow and find out what's next.

This is just a track, not a verse for a weirdo.

Know that there is such a limit of shame in the consciousness of one’s own insignificance and weakness, beyond which a person can no longer go and from which he begins to feel enormous pleasure in his very shame.