Noize MC - Антенны - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

The noise we produce easily passes through brick walls.

It’s three o’clock in the morning, the neighbors are on edge, you don’t need antennas to catch our signal.

The noise we produce easily passes through brick walls.

It’s three o’clock in the morning, the neighbors are on edge, you don’t need antennas to catch our signal.

No antennas needed. No antennas needed. No antennas needed.

While the lads were knocking each other down left and right, my peers were dragging themselves away from eight-bit consoles

And videotapes with nasal translations, and T-shirts with the inscription “Nirvana” did not have time to put on the counter.

Instead of a hammer and sickle there is a double-headed eagle, in the right paw there is a scepter, and in the left there is an orb,

We don’t care, for those who are older - it’s strange, yesterday’s republics are now foreign countries.

On the screens there is filth and explicit scenes, all around forbidden fruits at speculative prices.

The heroin boom, the rave craze, and I listened to Kurt, Chris and Dave on a two-cassette player.

The sound is all over the place, if mom was on the night shift and the noise disturbed the neighbors, easily passing through the walls,

The speakers were screaming, on the verge of breaking, the film was playing loudly, I so wanted to learn how to be just as loud!

The noise we produce easily passes through brick walls.

It’s three o’clock in the morning, the neighbors are on edge, you don’t need antennas to catch our signal.

The noise we produce easily passes through brick walls.

It’s three o’clock in the morning, the neighbors are on edge, you don’t need antennas to catch our signal.

No antennas needed. No antennas needed. No antennas needed.

If you believe the cult blockbusters in the style of science fiction,

Outside the window, robots should already be killing each other with blasters,

Against the backdrop of flying cars and starships. And where is my motherfucking 21st century? - Here he is.

A computer in every home, a mobile phone in every pocket, Bluetooth devices, flash drives, MP3s and spam,

There is nothing to listen to the cassette, there is nowhere to insert a floppy disk, but it seems that no one will explore space.

Expensive and stupid, a cold, worthless vacuum, a complete gimmick and not a tasty morsel,

The aliens' antennas do not pick up our signals, they have no time for us - they have their own worries in abundance.

The noise we make as loud as we can cannot be heard in the Universe, but this sound easily passes through walls

Bypassing television and radio frequencies and not caring that the neighbors have to work tomorrow.

The noise we produce easily passes through brick walls.

It’s three o’clock in the morning, the neighbors are on edge, you don’t need antennas to catch our signal.

The noise we produce easily passes through brick walls.

It’s three o’clock in the morning, the neighbors are on edge, you don’t need antennas to catch our signal.

No antennas needed. No antennas needed. No antennas needed.

The noise we produce easily passes through brick walls.

It’s three o’clock in the morning, the neighbors are on edge, you don’t need antennas to catch our signal.

The noise we produce easily passes through brick walls.

It’s three o’clock in the morning, the neighbors are on edge, you don’t need antennas to catch our signal.

No antennas needed. No antennas needed. No antennas needed.

No antennas needed. No antennas needed. No antennas needed.