ГРОТ, D-MAN 55 - Кино - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Fates, events like in books or movies, I know - I will become one of them. I feel different

They are in a hurry to reason with me, to knock down the young man’s arrogance, life is everyday life, a gray flimsy mess.

The voice reeks of experience, drunk and worn out, eat mine, then you’ll stop believing fairy tales,

Well, a loser hunched over in front of a mirror will never be able to see a hero in the reflection.

The transition between worlds is subtle, fragile, life is turned into a movie by posture and actions.

You ignite and we dare not wait any longer, you rush through the city on underground steel snakes,

You fight valiantly, plunging evil into the abyss, feat of feats - I will be useful every day,

What will be the name of a film or a story about you, or a journalist or a guardian of the kingdom of conscience.

Every day a quagmire of people and cars, through rockfalls to the white fire of the peaks.

Every day is like a new life - we are looking for angles, our hands have become dirty, the world is in focus against a cleaner background.

Every day a quagmire of people and cars, through rockfalls to the white fire of the peaks.

Every day is like a new life - we are looking for angles, our hands have become dirty, the world is in focus against a cleaner background.

Walls and shelves, table and chair, plasma, speakers next to the workplace,

The room is cramped, but it is so unique and history is made in it.

A labyrinth of corridors, at the end there is light, somewhere in the heart there is a compass and an answer generator,

Choose “yes” or choose “no”, hug her tightly and chase the wind.

Their photos will be stolen by the newspapers tomorrow, someone else's happiness - why not a reason for gossip?

Lots of witnesses. What's their name? We need them urgently! Contact your family!

All their secrets, views and plans and their every step are stuffed with advertising.

All this vanity...that's not the main thing! Father would be proud, mother would be happy.

Every day a quagmire of people and cars, through rockfalls to the white fire of the peaks.

Every day is like a new life - we are looking for angles, our hands have become dirty, the world is in focus against a cleaner background.

Every day a quagmire of people and cars, through rockfalls to the white fire of the peaks.

Every day is like a new life - we are looking for angles, our hands have become dirty, the world is in focus against a cleaner background.

Only for you the sun shines golden, of course! Today you are the main actor of the scenery from the slums,

Only you alone will decide “The end” will be stupid or hard, under forty cameras. Where to go at the crossroads?

To live in darkness, to die because of a worthless Rams, or to receive a heap of applause while standing after the show,

Among the harsh snow and hot desert, the audience is waiting for you to promise that your heart will not grow cold.

Streets of broken hopes and the darkest thoughts, you can become a star for the half-dead and doomed,

To lead you on the road from the broken area along the sea coasts and petrified slopes,

Let the legs carry the body through the vast fields, turn to the torches of truth - the only one for many.

Burn over cities for all people to see, conquer eternity and there will be no credits on the screen.