Астерий - Проще некуда - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I didn’t have time to mix it, the quality was terrible. The track will be good, I’ll mix it and arrange it, if you’re interested, I’ll post it later. Sorry, I'm not like your cockerels, I'm unlikely to pass.

My whole life is back and forth, like the adventures of a hobbit,

Everything is intertwined with the theme of renunciation of vows,

Why, how, and who came up with all this,

After all, on this gloomy morning there are no cookies or coffee waiting,

But I feel like a ten year old boy

Well, as everyone says, but you are silent there all the time,

There is no calm among internal controversies,

I meandered and almost slid into a ditch.

Well, where we are not, I would come for lunch,

But the show disgusts my soul and the credits roll,

I moved away on purpose, because I’m sick of everyone,

The feeling of taming the shrew is disgusting.

I feel that it will still be this way and not otherwise,

You won't feel joy if you never cry.

And I’m already losing the thread, and there’s no more time,

Isn't the sun tired of shining? Phew, it couldn't be easier.

I don’t deduce anything, as if I’m in the Khetag Grove,

If you can’t change it, does that mean you can complain?

I don't care whether the days are black or the nights are white.

And you’re also telling me that it couldn’t be simpler?

I knocked my finger off my chin,

I don’t have to go long to work, I work from home,

Stronger tea without sugar, tea will heal,

The head will cripple itself stronger than from Stechkin,

I want a ring on my finger from time to time,

I live in a litorgic dream,

They're burying him alive, like Gogol, cut the skin, damn it's healed,

There is a new peel on the table from the forbidden fruit.

Not married, from the apartment below the mat,

With my silence, blasphemy, I didn’t want any noise,

I was walking home through the garages, there was someone fucking in the car,

I remembered you, funny? Not? Yeah, I feel bad too.

It only comes out wet, but in theory everything is dry,

Work is not a wolf, rather an annoying bitch.

Cats are running around in my head, and although there is no urine,

We need to come up with another rhyme - it couldn’t be simpler.

I don’t deduce anything, as if I’m in the Khetag Grove,

If you can’t change it, does that mean you can complain?

I don't care whether the days are black or the nights are white.

And you’re also telling me that it couldn’t be simpler?

but you give me poison in a thermos,

And it seems that I am not Mr. Cellophane, like Amos from Chicago,

And everything seems to be cool, I pick up some tobacco at the stall,

While someone ate their sides like Tabaka's chickens.

If someone dies himself,

What's the point in killing?

The heart is beating, but what's the point if it doesn't beat back?

I light the fuse and fuse.

If everything is so simple, sun, why are you tired of shining?