Vspak - О Т B L E S К И - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

The tragedy of the lumpen in a piece of bread.

The tragedy of an orphan in the warmth of a mother.

The tragedy of the drug addict in the shame of the family tree.

The tragedy of an athlete is that injury, after which he will limp on his right side for the rest of his life.

All my life I will limp along the red reflections of that image.

I tried to convey words of love, but it came out somehow figuratively.

In the book, in the fifth paragraph, there is an example of an ideal guy,

You are an eternal injury, I will quickly die on the herbs,

You are an eternal pain, you are an eternal scar, you are an eternal tumor,

Painkiller bottles make the screams die out, make the body die.

To the question, are you feeling bad?

I laugh hard, and my eyes go dark and my pupils dry out.

Burn the letters of your passport onto the gravestone,

In your dreams I will gnaw your ribs, tear out your heart, if you want, call me Danko, if you want, call me Kasper,

In my thoughts I start on a stool into a loop, setting fire to the passe-partout

All ordinary people want something special and hate simplicity.

I'm empty, I'm empty, I'm an empty person on this train.

Lighting matches, the last whimpers turn brown eyes into the black noise of darkness,

I accidentally stop breathing in that drunken brawl.

There was a covered bench where you could throw your paws over your shoulder, and like a dirty dog I brought a stick in my teeth.

Kissed his mistress's feet,

But the mosaic with my soul has cracked and another one will pick up the pieces.

We'll die in the bathtub

But the red reflections of that image are the last thing I saw in my memory.

They will erect a monument to us with the inscription “Margins of Love”

We lost our feelings, we lost our love,

But I love you, I feel bad, and, probably, fuck what I say, let this be the end.