walkie - Я надеюсь, тебе больно - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

My boredom strikes sparks

I speak to her quickly - Bumble Busy

Win, but they take your prize

In this world, light refracts a prism

I am the architect of this world

I used elements of lyrics, put little things in a line

These releases are just a game

One, two, three - four dark, SPARK

And everything is so simple and connected

We, it seems, were in vain stocking up on only cross-country shoes for the winter

Whether I'm running cross-country or running, it makes no difference

My thoughts are my scowns, prankster lines

Bom bom, my bone is my trombone

Riot police, we are bringing the bong to your house

We drink bromine, and thunder will indicate to me the battle

My struggle speaks sweetly like a mouth front

(Thunder strikes, thunder strikes!)

I will create a world for you in which you can find an edge, edge, edge, edge for yourself.

And if you have to leave, there will be so much noise like a drive-by in prime time

And every day will be yours if you can survive every fight night fight night

I create a world for you, with a kaleidoscope of my rhymes, open, observe - there

Icy rocks, you are lost in this world as if you were an illegal immigrant, walk along the shores and the giants of my head will not be able to drag you to where many have been before you many times before, they broke their legs, their gods betrayed them,

This is a world of dark creatures, accumulated over the years, there is so much evil in them

And you have dreams, I create them with my fables

I create them to recruit you as an agent and eventually attack the world with you.

And you fall asleep, you take off

My shamans are looking into the holes in your head

they say

and they will repeat

they will change tone

and you will believe again

I woke up after hitting the ground

And throwing away everything that wasn't family

Forgot how to do what a minion does

All my demons call me "senor"

There were seven gods, and I was ruined by them all

My foolish accomplice became a fake sage

In the documents, my photo was unglued with my face

But I'm in this air again, just fell out the window now

Lines in brand new crosses, and the lines are already halfway

Meet everything that I have created

In the city center my damned land is running towards you, alright

I hope you're in pain here

I hope you're scared here

I hope you're unhappy

I hope it smears you

the wheel of my chariot, I go out beyond the fields with the queen of the fields

We need to make bread, this is an extra verse, there are no wounded or survivors in our shootout

I locked you in this album

Let no one else understand, but my enemy will not breathe the air

I'm to the stars, you're there, twenty 14, twenty 15.

This year will be blurred, and communication will be severed

I hope it hurts you, I've reached the last floor

I hope you are hurt, no love, no melancholy, no pity

I hope it hurts you, I'll never know for sure

But I hope it hurts you, I didn’t put a point at first

So I can't renounce and deny you

But that's it, this is the end, and I'll grin carelessly - that's fate

And then I’ll probably say phrases to you

But along the way my story is told

It ends as you wish, with my death or through gases

Either I'm a hitchhiker, or I'm a driver, or I'm a wallflower, or I'm a killer

Either I'm falling in love, or I'm loved, or I'm falling apart, or I'm a picture

How many initiatives I threw into this saga, only my mistake understands this

Choose what you see, choose finiteness, choose what was, choose what is closer

And hint to me with a spark

Twenty fifteen - two wolves, two love stories, amen.