La-Koste - Вне мейнстрима - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

There were so many accusations, stones for the songs

"How much can you talk about love?! We are tired of listening, honestly

Constantly negative, you are like the devil incarnate

Always trying to find this catch, and no offense

But in the beginning, really, there was some sense

You tried to find logic, a way out, fought like a buffalo

And everyone saw everything with you, because you are not blind

But enough, love is infuriating, where you are always like an outcast!

This is enough, the same thing, as if it's stuck

Are you capable of anything else or the whole theme

Of your songs and poems, lyrics and minuses

One sadness, without further ado, I'm tired, this is not it

For a long time now that fire that captivated and not me

After all, one, no, and the trouble happened in the fact that you

This is the only talent, sorry, but I'm tired

Of these honest poor fellows who go crazy from love

I hope, one day, you will see life differently

And songs with a happy ending will go, for now again

You write only about betrayals, about what has become pain

But remember at least for a moment about potential fans

You miss the crowds, alas, but your theme

It has been so hackneyed for a long time, we are tired of listening

Outpourings of the soul, like all desires on knives

As if in rush hour you are motionless, yourself differently show me"

You can't understand that my life is not a stage

The crowd deigns to rejoice, having killed only for a pittance

Their love, let only the word be past the cent

They will forget and leave, again to pieces everything that is whole

I must constantly be on the wave of insignificant crowds

Hit the targets in the darkness of subcutaneous seams

Let me never be an idol, an icon for you

But with my verse, I clung to the soul, like a needle

And what now?! You accuse, it's not the same

You destroyed your talent yourself, put on a collar, a bot

Without a twist, like everyone else, but was once honest

So cleverly mixed anger and song, where did you go?! But in the eyes everyone is disingenuous, they say that the fucking thing is unique

Proved, the anger in the vocals hits the soul, and they drowned

Under these eternal battles, that they were crippled and tortured

Those who will hardly be cured of their mutilated dreams

Only they are able to understand me, and not all of you

Deprived... were reciprocity, and having increased

Involuntarily the value of truth, the light was beating, only from the darkness

I did not find it, I remained stupidly exiled

From those who are happy in love, do not know about betrayals

Who does not extinguish their flame from horror after with ashes

To be alone, with nothing, only emptiness

I recently took off the collar myself, you can't make me put it on.

I write only for myself, I don't care about expectations

This noise intoxicated you, but partly crushes me

Does someone owe a song?! Are their motives already boring?!

But I am honest in every word, faceless does not mean the best...