Badville - Аутодафе - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

You can jump out of your jeans, fate will direct your life to the bottom, like a genie directs blood to the brain

Behind the barricade of garbage lies a diamond, your world, it's up to you to decide - to live or to throw in this pile of tinsel

Good must be drunk or evil must be kind, values ​​​​must be on the edge or honor must be vile

This sweaty city will put everything in its place, and somewhere a wise dense boar with the ease of a whale proved everything

We are at a deep point under the hot soil, we make faces with you, however, it's no better at the top, exactly, this world is like a barrel

A pood of spacious shit about a better life on top, a fly in the ointment below, a hole to drain the excess of moralism

And somewhere, as if on the scales, love lies like a heavy weight on hearts and in heads like a light feather, because you can pay for feelings and then, as thunder strikes, the scales will break on the side of the heads - hence the pain

Welcome to the testing ground, where they conduct tests on us, check nanofeed

They feed on heat, drink blood, torture with hunger, but we have all long been ready to stand our home in the war of the worlds

And something pricks in the chest, shadows loom ahead, it is very difficult for us not to stray from the path, because inside the chaos has not subsided

This is what drives us crazy, such is fate, not to remember names, but to know what their price is

It seems to me that I am not far away, and the flame has blown away into a coal, which year has already been deleted from life to hell

This plaque cannot be scraped off, and my bud will not bloom, inside me the snail asks for a space flight

We are dragging out time, dragging hard, all the rubber has become long, although it does not conduct electricity, we cannot fix the wet climate

between us an icy channel, a woolen rope is stretched, winter is given to us as a lesson, so that we do not think about ourselves

Always, and even if we are woven into a knot of grievances, a callous look will not correct us, and hunger is unlikely to satisfy

We are connected and even Euclid himself is not able to take this thread with a cold sober look and simply silently unravel

I do not quote booze, although I have been drinking it for a long time and my liver groans in the morning like in that movie with Charlize Theron

My star is abandoned, but has not burned out from agony, I am my own protagonist and will wait for new colonies