Бруталити - Фиаско - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Brutal3ngine Production

Chorus: [x2]

Crushed by the weight of wasted years,

hiding emotions behind a sad mask,

remained tied to this land,

a vagabond who, alas, suffered a fiasco.

1st verse:

I'm on the crucifixion, bro, alone, with a naked gut,

among the sheep and logs I complain about my good lot,

among the sky like thunder, I stand on a damp balcony,

My feet are stuck in the quagmire but I have strength left on the rubbish,

"I'm in the sixth", although I used to be in the hundred and ninth,

"the world is cruel", I'm convinced I'm not tangled with gold,

not warmed by nepotism, you-listen-I'll give you no hoot,

verses with a drag, from the sound of unopened varnish,

In this hole, neighbors cook poppies and screws,

the crocodile has bitten them all but they throw nets again,

"children are growing up", watching everything here under the whip,

losing the honor of madam right away on a pissed blanket,

I see the turbidity of birds on a four-door Japanese car,

I I saw how they dragged my mother's rings to the pawnshop for tears - I endured my father - how he gave up to God - the end, he lived - the life of a scoundrel - he ate some soup with vodka...

Chorus: [x2]

Crushed by the weight of wasted years,

hiding emotions behind a sad mask,

remained tied to this earth,

a vagabond, alas, who suffered a fiasco.