Чарли Книппель ака FreeГад - Водоворот - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

My shadow melts with sunrise

I dilute the whole society in the glass,

Strictly in portions, like

Like Python, he strangles me with rings

So many

Masses and requests, weddings and guests

From your moral principles, it carries worse the piles of dung, I would teach me life, seriously?

All my hopes, dreams were met with clatter,

And we can’t find contact, if I'm in the role of a basement,

A maniac on the face, but the detachment will not follow the fighter,

There is a dull sunset behind the horizon, it seems to be drawn by the Nazakaz with his hand, there was no pitying at all the muse or the colors, the artist sought to indicate the way to us, but

The herd of rams does not need a path, oh

Their leader is ruled by fashion, need, oh

Walking in the leg with a step stronger

Will run into flocks of jackals, hyenas and

Paphos, pride will disappear at once, where they learn from now on the mistakes from now on, the stinginess of the prison, the clot of new products, and what will be ahead -go with him, forgot.

You are a moralist, but your kings will perish

What is life, because your motto

"Do not boil, sell the Cupi" of her

This whole world is in a loop

I am on the blood of the plebeians.

But I build Rome somewhere inside again, just see me alive and click the play, Maine

Chorus

I got into a whirlpool, I do not hear more words, in this life I am nobody, but it is worth taking more chord

My God was blinded by evil, deaf, I did not build an ark on time and dragged on a whirlpool.

Camping 2

My ideal-grinding comedian,

I will put the seal stupidly on the monument to you,

Rudely putting the mask for the jester of the jester,

I know a lot of fairy tales of your children to shock, stand!

You could not stand the quarrels from the hut

That after in this landfill I want to howl.

Noble impulse will be washed away at a moment, you are in a swamp, like a drop,

Alas, you don't come up.

I have never been a hero of your time

I'm not a musician from Bremen, but my music is my burden, brother

Time gives a chance to fix everything once, my closest enemy is myself

I am the fate of the vassal, but when I recover from the dust of my defeats, I will be glad to see even death in a burden.

The loop on the neck is all the same, I am drunk and you can’t see the land, the torn of the anchor of my essence, this is clearly blasphemy, but for me there is a trifle.

I do not dare a poet with a poet, so at least someone will be replaced by at least someone, my gotham under the dome of my syllable, and it’s stupid, but I die here again and again