Взгляд На Детали - Теряем секунды - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

You hear how the clock is ticking, but you absolutely fuck on their move ... What happened in the past? What will happen in the future? What is it spent on - the most precious? ...

From boredom ass on the couch

No flour - eyes in the television screen

From him empty sounds, in the head of cotton wool

Steps, arrows, knocks, type of dial

With laziness contract - the next day flew

So - nothing, with a complete lack of affairs

Wash for a day nobody

Wait, wait, wait - fate will throw a stick

Harmful Miss presents a surprise

BIS perform a whim, sadly head down

Do you want battle with her? Stubborn and cunning?

Do not read the prayer - Dead ... Titras

Too small arrows - be a nurse to you

She will not go to such stupid transactions

Many people want to live again, complete the speech,

To be afraid in the coffin to lie down, they want to burn a new one

They have a viscous path - he will not stand shaking

Inventions, fairy tales - caress pink paints

That time will wait for that it doesn't go forward

And so the idiot fools himself all year round

He is one of those who don't know why they are going

They don’t expect a whip from life, they fuck your brains

He washes his seconds with a smile into the toilet. Empty, without benefit, an hour passes

The living day is the same step to death

Tick-so tick-so merciless enemy

The merciless enemy continues to beat with me,

The thought that something did not have time for me to get angry

This is my fault, but the goal is visible to me

I don't want false tones, I will get in full

Saw Satan! Empty laziness is not pregnant

Does not intend to lose precious time

From the fat are furious, dry, we arrange gatherings,

We will give birth and die imperceptibly for the arrow,

Side the floors of soot and lies

A look at the details will say time runs

Time is running, and the years were added,

No matter how we say, no matter how scandalous

More degree and more battles,

Stupid mistakes of different shit

Bruises, wounds, persecution,

Large distances, angry rabbits,

Trains, flights on airplanes,

Hiking, ridiculous searches

Truth. Mystics are in the people

And so every year, and so every bastard

Digging from boredom, fucks ox in the ass -

Yes, forever with us - from empty to empty.

I scold myself - you have to be more careful - an unhealthy! Do not drown in the stupa water,

Do not chase, Kiryuha, for money and fashion,

My best years fly past the ear

A man with hopes: "There will still be."

I glue the dishes that fell on the floor,

I'm losing seconds spent in battle bullets

And we should make a blasphemy? After all, the foundations collapsed

At all, around the junk, dirt and other stench

My life goes as she needs

No need, no need ...

We lose seconds, we lose seconds

We spend precious time - enough!

We lose seconds, we lose seconds,

Weeks flew - neither a dick did not have time ..

Not only those who did not want to, regretted

Did not get up from their bed

They wanted a pie, get the crumbs - not sweet

Seizures, generations in the era of decline

We lose seconds, minutes, hours and days,

For whole weeks we are alone

Nobody needs us, understand, the words are not important, the main thing is what they carry with them.

Or maybe someone is waiting somewhere and he lives at all in vain,

But at the beginning of each year, January 1

Watching this freak in the mirror,

Opens his rotten mouth,

He lies into his own impudent:

"The New Year has come, it will take everything away,

Santa Claus will reveal his bag and there will be no more tears "

... and it seems to be an adult ...

Another year from his life will take away gray snow ...

December 31 - what is this date?

Do you think the next day everything will be pussy?

Everything will be much worse, much more dick.

For you and for me, the road is open to life,

But people do not listen to us, they have all one thing -

Balls, Christmas trees, horoscopes fuck

Bunnies, wolves, garlands, huyangs,

Soothing baths,

Recognition, wishes,

Attacks fuck before stupid

Monotony, souls full of mud

I am short of my short age, I throw everything,

I am sending to a damn mother, then I start again

I lose seconds, I throw them in packs into the urns

Drunk to the umat I go home - tomorrow it will be bad

Time goes on, laughs at me, and I'm like an idiot

I'm trying to make the clock go the other way around ...