Анакондаз панч на панче текст песни
Обновлено: 19.09.2024
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I am on duty today. Who is absent?
Уитни Хьюстон, Майкл Джексон.
Тем, кто с нами поставим свечу за здравие.
Ну, а тех, кого нет, тех помянем.
Я сижу на завалинке в шортах и сандалиях
В старом CD-плеере играет диск Металлики,
В голове гуляет ветер, тлеет сигарета,
Тихо подпеваю: "Nothing else matters"
Работы нет давно, опять неурожай,
А коммунальные услуги только дорожают.
Дети в городе живут в двухкомнатной квартире,
А тут до сих пор smiles like inspirit.
Я стою как старый клён на одной ноге
По колено в земле, уже столько лет,
Только скупая слеза стекает по щеке
Какие мои годы? What's my age again?
В курятнике гудит самогонный аппарат,
А я, молча, смотрю, как улетают лебеди
Запустение и разруха теперь во дворах.
I got a poison, I got a remedy.
О времена, о нравы, о доллар деревянный
Кому бетон и стёкла, а мне роса и травы
Просто ненужно брать, что не утащить
Take my money, bro. I don't need this sheet.
Я частенько думаю, что I did my time.
И даже плачу when angels deserve to die,
Но вопреки всему I feel so alive.
Я уверен everything's gonna be alright.
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I have a luxurious ranch and a pool here
You got a broken Cadillac, you're not from here
So don't shit about me and my friends
And in general talk shit about my generation.
I'm the most technical, the most pumped here,
My lyrics are bombs, punch on punch
There are only milked heifers and garden cars
We sow corn and rye, can't touch this.
I'm the most advanced here. Give me a pager number?
Until I screw it all up, the wind of change.
The past is already sick, hope for tomorrow.
3 . 2 . 1 . it's a final countdown
Only for my homeland it hurts to hurt
Broken roads, alcoholic chauffeur
Hide the body rolls out of town at seven
Keep rolling-rolling-rolling
Parked by the poplars, handsome pines
I howl alone like a dog at the moon
In the middle of an open field, grown up and without stars
Why do need your reasons? Don't tell me cause it hurts
By nature I am rude and not raised
I publish obscene posts on twitter
Ave Satan! Darth Vader! Jesus! Hitler!
Inside my shell, I wait a plea
Chorus:
I am on duty today. Who is absent?
Whitney Houston, Michael Jackson.
To those who will light a candle for health with us.
Well, and those who are not, we will remember those.
I sit on the heap in shorts and sandals
An old CD player plays a Metallica disc
The wind is walking in my head, a cigarette is smoldering,
Sing along softly: "Nothing else matters"
There is no work for a long time, again a crop failure,
And utilities are only getting more expensive.
Children in the city live in a two-room apartment,
And here is still smiles like inspirit.
I stand like an old maple on one leg
Knee-deep in the ground, for so many years
Only a miserly tear runs down my cheek
What are my years? What's my age again?
The moonshine still hums in the chicken coop,
And I, silently, watch the swans fly away
Desolation and devastation are now in the yards.
I got a poison, I got a remedy.
About times, about manners, about wooden dollar
To whom concrete and glass, and me dew and grass
It is simply unnecessary to take what not to drag away
Take my money, bro. I don't need this sheet.
I often think that I did my time.
And I even cry when angels deserve to die,
But in spite of everything, I feel so alive.
I'm sure everything's gonna be alright.
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