РЭЙДИ - БЕЗУПРЕЧНО,КРАСИВО,НАПРАСНО - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Panic grips me, looking into my own eyes It's hard to breathe when there's a burden on my shoulders Immeasurable melancholy and an unclosed gestalt Follow like shadows behind the executioner's back I can't go back to change anything The eternal has an endless quarantine for the earthly And only a thin, timid lunar thread will indicate that you and I will no longer live What will happen after life? - scrupulous questions Only darkness, and nothing will come after People love silence, but not the answer to their request

Every soul dreams of not being alone

I will choke in the abyss of thoughts of living people After all, it is disgustingly alien to me to understand them allAnd each will accurately show abscesses

Wounds on the body that can no longer heal

After all, in my heart there are also herbs and ulcers And everything that time heals is simply in vain

I know how everything inside you is sick, terrible After all, life is a segment to become a gray mass And even Yharnam blood is not able to heal All these hysterics, all these abscesses I am tired of all this and enough of dividing We all have one road, with a sign to a dead end

Colors thicken in the reflection of the glassTears from the icons drip onto the wrist And no matter how much I drink, I cannot quench my thirst

Hysteria, panic, oil painting

A new tomorrow shoots at point-blank

Nobody hears my prayers

But we move on and on and onSo flawless, beautiful, in vain

Colors thicken in the reflection of the glassTears drip from the icons onto my wristAnd no matter how much I drink, I can't quench my thirst

Hysteria, panic, oil painting

A new tomorrow shoots point-blank

Nobody hears my prayers

But we move on and on and onSo flawless, beautiful, in vain

The truth cuts into the eyes like a thin needleWe are these monsters from tales at nightWe are a real nightmare, no matter how much you sayEverything is visible through the darkness and felt by people

No matter how much you look in the mirrors, there is nothing Everyone sees a lie locked inside themselves Ambitions have long been sealed in a long boxBut what about? - After all, in childhood they said don't give up And again goosebumps, darkness, numbness Love for a crowd of people, then complete distrust Side effects from reciprocity with people Withdrawal into oneself, but life again leads to a dead end

And how to move on is no longer clear to me Everyone I loved turned out to be twofold And it's no longer scary to say this Gritting my teeth, but no longer scary A man is a friend, a man is an enemy

Each of us is used to talking behind the back We are not given a third - Ubi pus, ibi incisio And if my wounds bleed, then I'm alive, look here

I fill the glass to the brim

With my clot of cold blood After all, you wanted to listen to sad songs

And I wanted to perform them for you The colors thicken in the reflection of the glassTears from the icons drip onto the wrist And no matter how much I drink, I can't quench my thirst

Hysteria, panic, oil painting

A new tomorrow shoots point-blank

No one hears my prayers

But we you move on and on and onSo flawless, beautiful, in vain

The colors thicken in the reflection of the glassTears drip from the icons onto my wrist And no matter how much I drink, I can’t quench my thirst

Hysteria, panic, oil painting

A new tomorrow shoots point-blank

No one hears my prayers

But we move on and on and onSo flawless, beautiful, in vain