Бомба-Октябрь - 1,2,3 - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

A hundred steps back on broken glass

Of drunken bottles and ringing phrases

It hurts for many days, I sat on a faded

In a fashionable jacket of tearful rhinestones

I felt the dance, but still stood

I felt the wings, but still a snake

How high I once flew

It's a pity I thought it wasn't me from below

123 This waltz, this waltz, is more like a trochee. I thought I was related to the Hyperboreans and that I wasn't sobering up, but it seems not

123 Hide and seek, and only one hides and cannot find himself, but fate has long since found him

Day after day, a calendar migraine

According to the maps, it was closer to the tower

My ladder has only one step

I climbed up, and even then, out of breath

Fly, my soul, on decrepit wings

To where my approach to nausea began

I will wait for you, dangling on a branch

I will wait for you on At its height

123, this simple password guards my hiding place, where the moth-eaten, gaping zero has been stored for days now.

123, and at 4, I'll jump so hard that my feet touch the ground and never carry me anywhere again.