alfaro - зависни - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I’m thrown into sweat and rage in my own entrance. my cement is very important and harsh to the point of insipidity, but it does not support in a friendly manner, I would choose you in burgundy on the veranda in the mission room. and my mission here is not to make you shiver, the drivers of life are puffing, biting their elbows, outdated, and I believe that the illusory world behind the rotten tree, dividing the essence with gaps, I will shove pearl barley porridge, your doorways are a way out of ambition, standing on bridge and under the capillary shot of a simple kiss into the sky. think more globally! I drummed out this verbal fractal of mine, became strong, out of two possibilities I used the third, a sound treatise of electric steel, live in everyday portraits, my retro style is not even included in the rating, leaky sneakers and rotten teeth every day with cracks of different sizes, endless random star-falling trash, let's take it We’ll hit you hard by the hands, because no matter how hard you ask, your authenticity doesn’t hurt. even without strength, I will continue to drag myself in the afternoon and in the evening, to the filled bookcases, to escapism along the stairs, the system is worth the victims, drenched in feigned aggression, the wait is abandoned and disdainful. and I chose you in anything, anywhere, as long as it’s together. In addition, I write the best songs for you, I get lost in cities with roads without fields, my industrialism is at the end of each summer, in whitewash, in bruised elbows, in a dead end, in lo-fi, in 35 millimeters, in the ceiling, in nostalgia, in parks , in every word, breakfast, crowd, in packages, keys, wind, in natural portraits, and now, running up, in my daily crisis, just come and dance, I'm stuck up to my ankles - my present is breathing, and there are so many empty houses in which no one is welcome, with waterfalls of words, the authors wait for NOTHING with the stingiest evil bravado, and with enthusiasm. This unknown heavy pattern of nameless cohesion throws me into sweat and rage and am I still in debt? how much longer? friction in semi-apartments, actions based on chants, I would hide my insecurities under stubble, this invisible debt of mine will not be written down in the calculation, the dearest thing clicked and was irrevocably illuminated. I always wanted to shock him, but no. and I’m thrown into sweat and rage, and every extra step seems to be lost, as if it’s flown away, as if it’s some kind of labyrinth for the extra ones and the feeling that I’m not the same and everyone is not the same, and you, please, just freeze