Liquidform - Ваш город, наши мысли - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I fucked your city, in all its holes. I'm sick and tired of multi-story blocks. With all the people, your God is crushing me. Faces are hidden behind the eyes of beauties. The roads lick me, I run without looking back. I erase myself without bad thoughts. Who went to the great whores yesterday? To bow to the last walls of the Kremlin. From the ballot boxes, freaks are attacking us. We throw ballots into ballot boxes like trash. We wipe our freedom in the booths. We wipe away the tears in our eyes through laughter. And people vote for these and those. We are lured with candy, but fed with a whip. Polar bears were raised on the flags. The castrati of the country - with the Soviet sickle. Look at the faces, one is wider than the other. And everyone has the budget of a small country in their wallet. Big steps towards destruction. Remember, before death everyone is equal. Chorus: Let's be bad, rich in nothingness! You won't feel hot from our speeches! Filled with pain from the happiness of suffering, a small stream poisons a huge river. Fresh faces and rotten thoughts. White page on dirty snow. There is no theory of withdrawal in the ruins of a country. But every person in the back alley knows about it. Old faces and warm words. Song, three chords in a simple tune. Who will open your eyes with the truth? From the words of the Medveputians there is only one negative. Of course, you are tired of anger and lies. So come with us, let's go homeless! From the landfill you can see how people live. We'll wait there until the country rots. Sheep fears, sheep betrayals, A crowd of sheep, a pack of rats? Decide what will be more humane! Stand on the sidelines or come out from behind the scenes? Chorus: Let's be bad, rich in nothingness! You won't feel hot from our speeches! Filled with pain from the happiness of suffering, a small stream poisons a huge river. Forward from the captivity of cities, stinking pipes And here he is a corpse, among the empires of rotting bodies, dull worries. I fucked in the mouth, all this flour, Washed with my own shit. Kiss the evil bitch, What will they call life later... Chorus: Let's be bad, rich in nothingness! You won't feel hot from our speeches! Filled with pain from the happiness of suffering, a small stream poisons a huge river.