STED.D - Сага о маяках - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Letters without an addressee, abandoned rooms take as a souvenir, Tomorrow I will give myself without complaint to those who will make up the beds with a stomp. We lived as we wanted, so that we could call it a “bitter experience”! And now we don’t give a fuck, take it clean, Again I’ll give a minute of my life to those who protest, Seeing the smile on my face. We built these walls so that no motherfucker can tell us how to survive in this fucked up world! And be ready to look down, When they ask you: “Who are you?”, if you lived in vain. If I wrote these words in lines for the sake of a phantom of memory, But he collected things, set fire to your house from the inside to melt them! He watches and will never show it, because he knows exactly what kind of life you have chosen, and all paths have been explored. All that remains is devotion. Loyally smolder inside the skull, You are an eternal wanderer, and the path is short, Fall on your chest, like among the people, Where we will be thrown into that pond and with a pile of metal around our necks. or at a crossroads. Where will you become a target for the eyes? Those who are lost in themselves are not found on Google Maps, And we shoot each other with these phrases from scratch, Hello, I'm fine, I hate you. I remember everything, how on an early day, the ship was heading straight towards the rocks, and fear shackled the people. And we took a deep breath, unclenched our hands and flew. Now not with those, now nowhere, And in this darkness where is the limit? And in this pit to shine, to gape... Take everything, please, leave yourself... Chorus Flying around the cities, spread this song, Burn out to the ground and give yourself all here. Become like the last beacon for people, Rip out your heart, burn yourself, act, but... Float weightlessly or cling to cliffs in a panic, whatever, Just burn again and we will conquer everything, but please repeat How to make it so that again feel for me And this world has only become more merciless over the years. And I saw everything, And I experienced such dramas that I even stopped reading books. I coughed up this fucking creativity that was doomed to writhe in agony, And dying in my hands, become the basis for the Holy Grail, For the cup of all black emotions, and each time more and more strength is taken For these finished songs. I hung my happiness on a chandelier and drank away my childhood. And maybe for another ten years I will be hammering nails into this life, “Regret”, and what to value after I don’t know exactly, But I know that I dreamed of tearing it to shreds. Two hundred on the speedometer and two hundred in the glass, two hundred tablets And how many actions I don’t know will lead me from the university to the grave... And my conscience will not lift this load. “And today we will conquer this sky,” no, I lied, And you will become a cripple, looking into my eyes, you will see yourself in mine, You will see two suns, you will see all the spots in them, And finally you will see how “stars die” in people , “the stars are dying”... And we will freeze to death.