walkie - ОПТИМИЗМ - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

My fake optimism

My fake optimism

My fake optimism

Reveals your soul, but then pulls you down

And it's not our fault that we will become the voices of a generation

Gotta move forward, yeah boy, but green burns like wasabi

I have a couple of abrasions, and my city of Nagasaki, my fellow countrymen are under siege and bombed - such a roar

But fate loves me today, I give you a gift, collect it bit by bit

From the locations I've been to, hopeless situations

My traumas are in these texts, all my slavery without days off

Why swear in both directions, I remained friendly

They decided that this was all a sign of weakness, and that’s right, I’ll kill him today

I'm returning to my native nest, with the teacher's head on the tip of a spear.

The teacher's head is on the tip of a spear, he says that he will get to me

Somewhere far away all my former friends, they are forming their new alliances, let

I'm mature enough not to want someone else's piece of the pie,

This is our game, all my plans are to the horns of the bulls, like FC Krasnodar, but for now run away from me and repent of your sins to your fathers, brother

You can't get through with an upside down flag, but it's not your fault

But this is me writing the bible of rhymes and no matter how you look at it, I’m a leviathan in it

How not to make noise, because I am a leviathan, and it is a mistake to think that I will disappear,

Radiohead, will you believe again in the propaganda that makes us cockatoos?

I will repeat, I will repeat to you, I will repeat to you the same organ

It's a roadside picnic and I'm a laughing gas connoisseur

After all, it came from somewhere

My fake optimism

My fake optimism

He's a force ten storm

Reveals your soul but then remembers that

You love decorations so much, but

I'm only wearing a military badge,

All our wars are self-immolation, bro

Jew's battle with the Jew

This is the fermentation of the lines

I'm tired of joking, take the hedgehogs' witticisms

My fake optimism

Will not see fires in my soul

I drink rusty water, eat old bread

Close all the shutters in my house, I haven't been there for months

And there is nothing to be proud of, I have two difficult releases behind me

But there is nothing true in this story, only the falsity of all the optimism.

We are much stronger than we were, we have become much more mature.

I'm so strong in this style, man of steel

I'm a screamer hidden in the video, I don't turn off through the mouse

I write in independent media, which you pump with amptricha

And you are captivated by my fake optimism

My fake optimism

My fake optimism

Reveals your soul, but then pulls you down.