Рэм Дигга - Кто Как - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I smashed my head long ago on the hard corner of the new arks, I crumbled in spirit from the scarecrows of the dead,

They drove a battering ram into my cage and my soul was torn through, I withered in dust, in wounds, in spittle.

Here on the bridge at the edge of the abyss, I patch my loins, I swallow the unscrewed air with gasoline,

I shoot from side to side in the ranks of the silent squad, wasting away in the slurry of waste, I pray to leave the sun to us.

And the world beats the drum and pours sparks into mugs, I wearily throw up, such a plot has been heard for a long time.

In a smoky coat, in the ruins of smoldering promises, drawn by memories, I am looking for a wasted cartridge.

Autumn breathes in my face, my ears and eyes are closed, and not a beggar - a simple one,

I swallow yellow drool, burnt everyday life, but everything around me is boiling, I see and hear, wait, partner.

Tell us what the point is, if you have money for cartridges, you also have a little bit for food,

Somewhere, maybe, but we don’t see or people have forgotten us, how could we get confused, have lunch and fall asleep.

The slumber of dilapidated eye sockets, where the slumber, the dead nervous process is like a coma.

Roses fade monotonously, the crown settles.

The bones in the hands do not ache yet, the nails are young, but many are no longer carried by the earth

They will cover their tracks, cover them with sand, flowers for names, here is a com.

And I should stay here, I am one of the millions who did not seek prohibitions

Entangled in arrows among frightened chicks, kicked by a squirrel, I have long since regained my sight.

I tasted the bagel like an adult and saw how Mommy was wiping away her tears.

Courtrooms, cash and food, who the fuck is responsible for the boys who are dying from the tube, huh?

I don’t understand all the precons, is it possible to believe purely as I believe in icons?

Am I really a sinner that I didn’t fall on such people’s feet or hit my forehead?

That I believed in the temple, not in them? Poor, torn world.

I don’t know anything, bro, or maybe you’re smarter, tell me how I need to live in the world of adult barbers?

Enlighten Emelya about what is more difficult these days: how to spend Christmas Eve or baptize a child without money?

And destined to remain silent, so as not to disturb the owners of the lord's shoulder, the noble white nobles

In addition to the Hippocratic Oath, we will be asked to go to hell if we don’t put numbers in our paw.

And are these glitches or am I seeing them? How Aesculapius milks grandfathers and immobilized old women.

This is not a joke, my dear, this is not “Interns”, the shame is exorbitant! Oh, bitch, I hate you all...

Well, what are we, grandfather’s brave cockade, surprised that there is no victory? Nowadays there are swastikas on desks

I myself, I hardly lied, today we have medals not for jackets - for pawnshops.

And this is a short primer, you have the right to raise your eyebrows and think: “Bark like a dog!”

I cried a lot here, at once and about everything, yes, even so! The main thing is that double refueling is alien to the dog.

My time will run out, if it exists, in general, because sometimes I just don’t understand why I live here,

But if there is love and light, of which there is little, then in the name of this it is an honor for me to drag a gray cross through life