Серый - Паста about Монолог идущего к реке - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Fuck, I don’t give a fuck about you, fuck, listen. What kind of car do you have there, fucking apartment, assholes, fucking yachts, everything - I don’t give a fuck there. Even a Bentley, even a fucking Maybach, even a Rolls-Royce, even a Bugatti, even a fucking hundred-meter yacht - I don’t give a damn about it, you know? How many are you there, who are you fucking, what kind of women, what do you mean these chic or satin females, fuck, are you flying into space - I don’t give a damn about that, you know? I’ve become so fucking accomplished in my knowledge that it’s as if I’ve been fucking living on trillions and trillions of the same planets for a hundred trillion billion years, you know? Like this Earth. This world is already absolutely clear to me, and here I am looking for only one thing, fucking: peace, tranquility and this harmony from the infinitely eternal - wherever you look: even in the depths - infinitely small, even upward - infinitely large, you know? And you tell me again with your people there. Go ahead and fuss further, your distribution is your path and your horizon of knowledge, sensation and your nature. And it’s disproportionately small compared to mine, you know? It’s as if I’m already an old man, immortal, or almost immortal, who has been on this planet since its very inception, when the sun had only just formed as a star and this cloud of gas and dust... after the explosion of the Sun, when it flared up like the star and began to form conservative planets, you know? I’ve been on this Earth for what feels like five billion fucking years now, I’ve been living and I know it inside and out, this whole world. And you tell me some of these. I don’t give a fuck about your cars, your fucking yachts, your apartments there, for your own good, you know? I was on this planet or an infinite number and cooler than Caesar, and cooler than Hitler, fucking cooler than all the greats, you know? And somewhere he was a complete piece of shit, even worse than here. Because I feel many of these states. In some places I was more like a plant, in others I was more like a bird, in others I was more like a worm. Somewhere there was just a clot of stone. It's all soul, you know? It has completely diverse facets of similarity, an infinite number. But you don’t understand this, so you go the fuck away. In this world we seem to live with different sensations, different aspirations. Accordingly, our place is different, our distribution is different. I wish for you that you have all the coolest cars and all the best females, so that they spread their legs in front of you there, all their cracks topsy-turvy, fucking, in front of you, like a carpet they open and melt, spread. And you fuck them until they turn blue, until they turn red, like the setting sun. To fly on the best yachts, airplanes and end up right from the window and everything that can come to mind. If you don’t have enough ideas, contact me, for every idea you have, I’ll tell you hundreds of trillions more on how and what to do. Well, what about me? I walk like a deep old man who has seen the eternal, touched the divine, who himself has become godlike and is directed into this infinity. Who abides in peace, peace, harmony, grace in this hidden deity, involved in everything and everyone, do you understand? That's all. This is our difference, so to speak. I go to admire the universe, and you, so to speak, God, are active, like this pecking woodpecker or an ant, which is very active in its path, that’s all. So come on, our paths here, so to speak, have, of course, edges of similarity, because everything is one, but you me... I understand you perfectly well, but you... hardly, because like me, you and how, as it were, I contain you within me—your entire nature. She is one small grain of sand from what is in me, you know? That's all. So go ahead, go, and I’m off to enjoy, fuck, fuck, a beautiful autumn sunset, fuck, on the banks of a warm southern river. That's it, fuck off and I fucked up.