Букер Д. Фред - Блэйдраннер - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

The alarm clock will ring again,

The melody knocks strongly in the head

Woke up, sat down, ate, and the dust and trash roam everyone around

More, more trash, jacket from a loop, a loop on the neck, a cloak on the shoulders,

Run, run, run, like a rat, sensing a leak

But really, our ship floods

We fall asleep and the less we wake up, the more we fall asleep

Carrion, hide behind the wall of the text and picture

A fit of flight, and Dexter woke up in me, and my eyes sparkle

The predatory feeling of the flayer, even the memory gave Deru in decalpers, the Killer.

Somewhere in childhood I was quieter, I was easier, did not hold the sling in my hands,

What is the punishing hand to the kingdom of the garbage of sleepless, I will not forgive,

Fugitives and homeless, climb, but fall, caisson disease,

I'm here, I hide among the hats and the train of water will tame me so as not to see myself,

And I shoot at you, but over and over I break the mirrors.

And the rain is watering everything, the sun fades,

He covers the gleam in his eyes, silently drilling the sky,

The soles of shoes are cut, like a glass, broken,

And life sparkles below thinly, like a razor blade.

Who am I, and who are you?

And my peace is not his native blood devouring?

What is blood, what is gas or oil,

In the eyes of the soul, I observe leisurely, but is it safe to look safely at the abyss?

Oh this red lipstick, these black clothes that caress the eyes so gentle,

Hovercar, Road, Bar, you are looking for me by owls of owls and circle me, like Icarus, do not flatter yourself, and you will be overtaken by Kara,

Your ship fell, because they do not make a pier in weightlessness.

You also thought about me, which means that we are from here, not from the outside,

And death will find you even in the sky, at least under an anchor at the bottom

3 pairs of eyes closed forever, it seems that the world has become a little darker,

And our bones scatter under the weight of days faster,

Than those who are allowed to look at us

And what are you better than I'm better, a cunning snake,

You chose mercy with your blade with a wrapped hand,

And look, even though I'm alive, but the scars could not apply more deeply.

The friend of the swarm.

And the rain is watering everything, the sun fades,

He covers the gleam in his eyes, silently drilling the sky,

The soles of shoes are cut, like a glass, broken,

And life sparkles below thinly, like a razor blade.