Текст песни больше бена
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Thicker the snow and thinner the walls, more fights, the decadence is killing.
And so it goes every goddam’ day
More money, more business, more gals,
more demons
How it has been earlier?
The logic of a war: it’s us or them
Here are the foreigners, and here are ours
The frontlines are split
Everything is easy, cristal clear
Everything what was yesterday is just a kindergarden and a nursery
Nowadays - not anymore
Cause the futher - the more fckn subtexts you get
It’s too little space for two shovels in a sandbox
Here it is like: every jewelry box has a false bottom
Every house has a backdoor and a hidden door in the trumeau.
Government is nothing more than gears under rhinoplasty
The fingers are on the joystick and your are already a part of it
And further it doesn’t matter how witty your jokes are
It s either drug cartel or drug control
And the girls are watching with an eye of Yoko Ono
Cocoon of curls
Wicking like a Laocoon
Hundreds of riddles:
What a Mordor?-
Everywhere are just inverted sudokus.
And so it goes every goddam’ day
More money, more business, more gals,
more demons,
But it doesn’t matter how hard you try
The same sky, the same creed, bigger than Ben, Porchy gave me a demo
It looks like we’re fucked
Thicker the snow and thinner the walls, more fights, the decadence is killing
And so it goes every goddam’ day
More money, more business, more gals,
more demons.
What do you see behind my grimace
Behind my make up
Behind my hood, my black and white mask, behind my alias, behind my mime, behind my meme
Back- Mc who’s not to see in the mass of people?
Or a crazy grin out of nowhere
Searching for fuel and revenge
A sad face of being, a grin of Augure
Intrigues of a Cheshire vagabond, from one ear to another
Yes that’s all is me
A curious son
Yes, I am a character, a collective image
And yes, you constructed me subconsciously
But it’s enough for you, now I’m a self- made monster
Ohra - is a rare bird,
Like a god Ra,
Accurate as the traditions by ?the soldiers?
And I’m a child
Of the chaos
This Faust- like world
I don’t give a f***
And so it goes every goddam’ day
More money, more business, more gals,
more demons,
But it doesn’t matter how hard you try
The same sky, the same creed, bigger than Ben, Porchy gave me a demo
It looks like we’re fucked
Thicker the snow and thinner the walls, more fights, the decadence is killing
And so it goes every goddam’ day
More money, more business, more gals,
more demons.
Glory to the heroes, mountain of gold to the thief, a same sex marriage and “naked lunch” to the conservatives
And I need a healer, there have been doctors, but something sticks out of my back,
I’m either angel or a brontosaurus,
We are in king’ halls
But only blue blood will stay after we ll be cut like barons and vassals of Belshazzar
The whole mob away from the ship
I’m neither Europe not NATO but I’m leading Russian rap to the west the fifth year.
I’ve been told to keep it easy, but I managed to crash a Cadillac completely naked cause I was absorbed in book of Alexander Duma
Got out and like nothing happened asked “what’s up”
Doubting Thomas might be moaning not believing me
Fuck all your labels: we re building an empire from the ground and forever.
Until the sky won’t let the Fenris-wolf off the leash by cracking down the luminary like the stucco from the ceiling.
Добавлено andeg в ср, 10/06/2020 - 18:25
Комментарий:
Ok so that’s a hard one, a lot of quirks there and pretty untranslatable stuff. I’ll accept any suggestions on bettering it and also try to explain some stuff later .
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