Тяжёлая атлетика - СОМНАМБУЛА - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Rolled me on the couch

I roll cotton wool for hire

Lying on my belly squeezing out a hernia,

Gouging juices out of a cunt

In Yekaterinburg on the steering wheel,

She smokes a wet cigarette under the steering wheel

This text will do for the counterculture, we'll sit down and puff up our heels, we've been separated for about five years already Misha Krug is playing in the studio

We're essentially in a somnambulism

Sleep in ampoules, tube sound

Sitting under slippers in a rolled-up car

I was sleepwalking in the cemetery

I'm putting together a puzzle with the dead here

The infection is disingenuous

Metastases have grown from McQueen's beat

My bro, the underground itself

Caressed my ears with bass

When I'm on a wanderer with a beat, I blab like that on equal terms

I squandered a piece of health there, fuck

For you guys, so that in the gym the sternum grows with muscle, fuck

I open the window on Victory Day

White stripes in the sky

Airplanes hum for lunch

Woodpeckers ran in for booze

I walk past the park, there is no connection on the SIM card

Tell me, ash, how long can you be in meat

Spiritually falling

Cold in a sleepwalker

This is not a city of sins, but there is a lot of bad here

Demons stretch their trunks

(Elvis)

To the stripes

Saw what is hidden behind the gloss

Requiem for a dream that melted into wax

Reading Louis Borges

Won't help the pituitary gland

This is purely a hypothesis

I turn on Onyx on the spot

You will say sing to me yourself

Now there is a spoiler, listen to me, kid

This is not Guf and not TsAO

I killed all the beats underground

That same underground

Trifles, no problem,

In a cold sleepwalk

But in such hell it saves

Otherwise we would be spinning in Samsara

The boys twist their noses, drifting in the astral

At super speeds, I crawl out for sparring,

You forgot to live your youth,

Fucked up on the rocks of salt

May 9th, I'm sorry

I was in the meat, a simple amateur in new sneakers,

The mentality of the Ku Klux Klan and the fly agaric answered me, and later Epifan.

Some bastard of war,

Notre Dame is burning,

And you forgot the insights, because you were sleeping again

You're sleeping a lot, bro

Get up,

You need to earn money

Money money, moneymakers