АЭС2931 - Закопался в горле - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

"I'm from Nizhny, I'm from Nizhny."

"Looks like it! Looks like it! From the village."

"Okay, good luck to you. One more time, there and there!"

"Bro!"

"Good luck, good luck!"

"Bless you, my brother! Don't lose anyone! Don't lose anyone!

"Thank you!"

"Never lose your friends! Hold on to them—your friends, hold on to your friends."

For some reason, I thought I could say it, but isn't that the right expression? Let me find out!

Maybe it's better to hide all this? Or will it be too late for me to stand up straight?

When we're alive, we don't shoot ourselves, we save bullets, thinking they're wasted.

I wish I'd shot my skull out long ago, but I can't find it!

The houses will crumble with a crash of tears! Rusty windows lead to nowhere! Garbage thoughts toss me there: where's the dump, where's the bread, where's the emptiness?

Fill my ears with a vial from under a hive's mighty cocoon!

And don't forget to set fire to the road, soiled in lisping sweat!

And I will no longer remember the main thing that tickles my slumbering heart.

I know what it's like to be deceived, throwing myself on the desire for a third!

Crushed by the volume of sins! My eyes have faded in an instant, and smoke erupts in a lump

from my filthy mouth!

And no more dreams of a heavenly dacha by the ravine, for I long ago understood one thing -

No need for verbose words.

Cavitation is hammered into the brain. The paths have long since rotted.

At my feet, wax has hardened, and our poems will be forgotten.

Then there's nothing! One can only guess.

How many pages of Hugo will I have to memorize? Marianskaya has been deeply entrenched for a long time, and not even a third of its history is known.

Human consciousness is narrow if it's not allowed to survive.

Nizhny Novgorod Region, my dear! I stroll here and remember,

How you accepted me, regardless. Here I truly emerge

From the quicksand of the highways, trampled by Moscow's gray smog,

and saturated with a chunk of concrete, and killed by the local monotony.

How can I forget this fucking mouth? How can I forgive this? How can I fix it?

Did I lose my soul long ago? Or did I just shoot at it?

And how the hell can I forget? All my failures?

Maybe they're healing me? And keeping me from dying yet?

Asthenia has long been a habit, and the cough hasn't gone away!

And life seems unusual, but we're losing our spirit!

And we're all going to die anyway! And we're all going to die anyway! But we still kill everyone! We still suffer constantly!

More and more people, fewer and fewer individuals. Our life has become cyclical.

Joy has become obsolete. Lust has triumphed. Seven sins ruled man.

The world is lost in the eternal rain. Human hearts are filled with evil.

They wander in an impersonal gray horde. Disdainful of those who shape the fracture.

"My Nizhny Novgorod land has become forever dear."