Мёртвый Фармацевт - Невыносимый случай - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

The path is a pendulum, depending on the frequency of oscillations,

The hands are empty, clean. I always wash them.

Cube of mercury, I accelerate on my last breath, the lights subside, without amnesty of punishment, but I keep my face - necroapothecary.

I'm streamlined. The ribbon of the horizon, not a single edge, rattles against the rails, sinking into the gravel, on the vine of a forgotten play repeats - a discrete graph. From sect to family, from brotherhood to army, beaten up by lies, darkness, where everyone is apart, looking for clues in the labyrinth of a faun, where is Ariadne's thread.

And so on until you leave your comfort zone

With one burner

You won’t leave your nonconforming fuck.

The lightness of existence is unbearable,

Dirty laundry and need a container,

Someone else's soul is clearly in the dark, wilds

Eternal thorns

I can’t find a new term for the condition

But the enemy will not tolerate it, I’m coming at you,

Without a single cry of dualism, he is a patriot and a naturalist

The expansion of the space of struggle is equivalent to the multiplication of a second,

If someone decides to play along with you, either he has the power, or you are both crazy.