ChipaChip - Сомнамбула при уч. Артем Татищевский, 4SGM - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

[Artem Tatishchevsky / VBT]

Sneak closer to me, souls like a snake of beginnings,

Trample the half-dead aspect of Chiron to death.

Take my soul and throw it to the hyenas,

They will run away as if they see "Akela"

Or rockets from the celestial Eye.

The goal is my heart that beats

Like a crystal vase with ashes,

The one who walked five meters further.

With every new snow, every ray of light,

Every dead crow and thrown in delicious cutlet.

My wife's coat is moth-eaten,

What is corroded in the bathroom by alkali.

I'm a 100% sociopath

A suicidal king who believes in Heaven and Hell

Rotten with lust that stole some of my cards.

I will open my eyes in the morning in a house by the Red Sea,

Somnambulist cuts my trajectories into meat

And to all the beginnings I shout: “Hallelujah!”

Falling into the cradle of an old woman of melancholy,

Like in "Sirocco" Koli, blooming thoughts, cutting at the root

After the studio or still the essence soaked in pudding.

[ "It was clear that the disk of the bright Earth was actually fake. And that over there, on the opposite shore of the pond, there was no horizon at all, but a trivial holographic image of very average resolution, which disguised the arching roof. And that the very top clouds “They are crudely painted on the suspended ceiling, and the stars are not stars at all, but light bulbs with crystal diffusers.” © ]

[ChipaChip]

Hello melancholy. No, I didn't miss you.

Everything is as always, a lot of paddocks, but in small things.

There is hopelessness mixed with smoke and dreams,

I'm reading under something while the night is melting here again.

What will be left for me besides all these parishes?

Year after year, I sometimes managed to forget even who you are.

He could smile and show everyone that everything was fine.

The city was in colors and I didn’t know where the minor had gone.

Of seven notes, my beloved, music heals,

I have spilled a cocktail of contradictions on her here more than once.

Alone with Jack Dee, muse, wait for me.

Sconce, set it on fire, let it burn while the rains pour.

Once again I wondered where dreams take me?

Probably to the place where you so smoothly remove the straps from your shoulders.

And I fall with my forehead in front of your family’s eyes until it hurts,

I didn’t miss you, but I’m still glad to meet you, my melancholy.

[Dav/4SGM]

Geniuses don't make mistakes, they don't make mistakes,

Applaud engineer Garin,

With his glasses, he sees all sorts of rottenness in you.

For everyone who is in very, very pain, smear yourself with iodine and brilliant green.

Don't whine, you idiots, only melancholy is bullshit.

Look differently, the evil is inside me,

There is exactly so much of it in you.

Let's curtain, in 26 years I've managed to get fucked up,

And we play, so-so, at the Sovremennik Theater.

For the first time together three Artems are on the track now,

My verse is again a dark conveyor belt.

- Everything will be cool! ©

I have heard a lot about such people.

Hey, fuck, Tatishchevsky,

Listen, don't write to me.

Silently, closer, melancholy in the blood already.

It shouldn’t be like this, I pass by like a knife...

It doesn't stop raining inside me...

Where should we hide? How to hide?

What if it rains outside and inside?