ExciterGP - Ворон - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Yesterday we went through a little... You said: “Luck is so close!”

Forgetting that there are binoculars before your eyes, forgetting that roads are unknown to brevity.

Forgetting everything altogether! We began to see the crap essence of things,

Where are the doctors? It’s time for us to give optics, but not for me, because today I’m in the center of a panopticon.

Yow! Biped micron. How significant am I in the vastness of the universe?

What can I come up with to stop believing hundreds of stories about how everything is perishable?

Changing times. The eternal burden is to find a place for yourself here,

And having found it, suddenly discover that everything here is red-hot and flee to the North for the hundredth time.

And there - the cold, the walls and throat will squeeze the gray city with tentacles.

Thousands of familiar faces form the scenery from the horror series,

Loneliness will gladly accept you, hugging you like the Iron Maiden.

this moment of attack of a thousand doubts. Maybe it's time to cry, regretting what you did?

Yes! How else? The credo of the whole world is Requiescat in pace!

Atropa does not sleep, especially since it is necessary to ignore the blow of fate without giving even an ounce of change.

So let everything fly by at the speed of Fibonacci numbers.

When trying to shout to the demon: “Act!” he howls pitifully: “Well, I kind of started

Destroy your pathetic little world! Let me finish!” And only existence will make faces at me outside the window

A grimace, like “the fuck have I suddenly gotten into this ideology of the finished ones?”

Yes, we are in a menagerie: where everyone is Aliens, where everyone wanders like a Hedgehog in the fog,

And we should come to terms with it. I see the phrase on their faces: we created everything that killed us ourselves.

A sea of quotes will flood the ship of consciousness.

To survive, take piracetam, otherwise your head will explode from stolen knowledge.

Stop though! Wait a minute! Let's better reconsider ourselves among hundreds of mirrors.

There's a fragmentary me, we're not real, just the results of someone else's language

And the end. The beam, piercing waste from factories, passes through the care of glass.

He knocks on Mordor and wades through vomit, wandering through the fields of the Flowers of Evil.

And where am I? Yes, here he is! Still old-fashioned, but improved

Until the "22 years" version, so my past mistakes are no longer my concern.

We are alive - this is our breed, so it is better for Death not to seek profit from us.

Zarathustra has already told me enough, so the Bony preachers - fuck you.

There is eternal summer in the heart, the cold of winter under the eyelid. Rise and decline are like spring and autumn,

They will replace each other: first they will bloom, and later they will freeze.

I remember how yesterday a raven landed on my balcony, more truthful than Glazkov’s. After all, to my questions “What?” and when?" sounded “That’s it!” and “Soon!”

Where is my ambition? Listen! Feet on the mat! Coming out of a coma!

Don’t forget to just tear my hopelessness out of the soil, preferably by the roots!

Then everything is the old fashioned way - the floor with the radiator, windows, pictures, familiar nicknames.

Search through books, because I still haven’t learned even half of the faces that interest me.

In the panopticon you can see everything: people and images. It's raining again

The whole sky was covered; This means it’s time to remember the previous one, and specifically what

Yesterday we went through a little... You said: “Luck is so close!”

Forgetting that there are binoculars before your eyes, forgetting that roads are unknown to brevity.

Forgetting everything altogether. What was the whole point of the dialogue?

Doesn't matter. What's the point of digging through shit for us if we've crossed all these thresholds today?

And when we get tired of everything, you and I will look at the upper sea again,

There's a raven there, which motivates an entire town to never say "never" to the world.