Самое большое простое число - Белое - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

And I suddenly realized today that we will all end up like this: a pipe here, a pipe there.

Motionless and calm under a huge lamp, like Patrick and Sponge Bob.

And no unfortunate bird will fly into the turbine of my Boeing.

I won't be suffocated by an airbag in a pizza delivery driver's car.

It’s not like I’m going to fly into the air in slow motion from a head-on collision.

It’s not me, wheezing with mucus and bile, who will die from the white bad.

It’s not my friend who has gone crazy who will break my head.

Lightning will not strike me, it will not be my stomach that will meet the shiny too elastic.

I'm not the one who will eat expired canned meat.

It’s not my nerves that are weakened to the extreme - to the point of bleeding from the mouth.

It's not my snowboard that will crack on the steepest slope.

I'm not the one who gets shot in a random police chase.

I'm not the one who slips in the bathroom and finds out the whole depth

white. I’m not the one chained to the radiator who will die in captivity of a psychopath.

But I will definitely touch this huge white ball.

There will be white dots in patterns on your fingers, white tubes in your nose and urethra, and in your head there will be memories of the episode where SpongeBob SquarePants tried to outwit the squid.