Третие Грани - Ошыбка - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Here it is, the first mistaken flight,

It’s not just when there’s ice that your legs move apart.

There was no money for condoms, I didn’t want to put them in my mouth,

You have two mistakes before you - give birth or have an abortion!

Fuck you in the mouth, you incomprehensible people!

the authorities trust those who will eventually screw him up!

Whoever saves his dick will rip his throat out if he rushes like that,

the taste of profit sees alive to death!

Life upheaval causes hunger

For what has not been tried and what the city can provide

When there is no lave, a reason appears

Sprinkle your inner cold with someone's money

Or vice versa, when glory leads to the grave,

He made himself God, he’s actually an idiot!

When everything is stupidly fucked up, except for the drugs of which there is a lot,

in front of you is the answer to where your pockets lead.

Stone by stone, a mountain of anger has boiled up, there is no room for conscience,

when the soul is full of rage, evil and passion foreshadowing bad weather later, seconds of happiness when a murder is committed.

Quickly, sharply, thoughtlessly and daringly, in a few moments

this world is becoming vile. It's cramped without freedom now,

life was interesting. Your mistake in this life was inappropriate.

As long as this world is sinful, everyone in it will be sinful

no one will move until they finish their porridge

Don't give it a chance! Do what you messed up once

When you take a wrong step, don't repeat it twice.

It doesn't matter who you are, anyone can make a mistake

no matter how hard your inner gunpowder burns.

Finish what you set out to do, otherwise there are a lot of vultures behind you

who have a task before them!

From your mistakes, catch your luck!

bites into the body with its teeth - receiving a return!

Falling on your tail, climb onto your head,

empty your pockets by strengthening your foundation

And here again, I don’t see words, behind every word there is a word

behind the word there are many sides for me there are no gods

There are only evil and a bunch of locks that cannot be opened in front of me

raised blades

Tombstone wreaths, lots of punctuation marks

my biography has commas and periods.

Many barriers, many slippery roads,

there are many friends who will not let you into their doorstep.

I only remember my mistakes and I grew up on them,

I existed between black and white stripes.

I fell, I got up, but I didn’t give up, I moved forward,

I didn’t know and don’t know what awaits me next!