Ядрёный - Но мне мало - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Render, presets, effects—the world blossoms right before your eyes.

But gazing at these tapes—the source footage, buried deep within the tones...

Tones strangely bizarre, flickering as an afterthought. Glitches—just like VHS.

Humming with a terrible static, shrouded in a gray veil—gray as the smoke from a nuclear plant.

Does the crowd truly rejoice in hope, beholding this artificial, static landscape?

Yard after yard shifting and changing, thereby conjuring a mirage.

I will keep harping on, crying out—oh yes, this tale is indeed vital—

Until the sovereign mistress of this world sheds her crimson hue.

Hollow inside; their brains have gone damp—their mental slots are eternally empty.

Their very concept of honor would come crashing down from a dizzying height.

There is neither joy nor sorrow left in them at all; General Pinochet killed it off.

It is my destiny to drag this sin behind me, and to burn—blazing in the fire.

Just one acquaintance a year? Well, thank you, Fate—but that is not enough for me.

Give me nothing at all, or give me my fill—as you have never given to anyone before.

Just one acquaintance a year.

Just one acquaintance a year.

Just one acquaintance a year.

Just one acquaintance a year? Well, thank you, Fate—but that is not enough for me.

Give me nothing at all, or give me my fill—as you have never given to anyone before.

We’ll sit down together for a hop, we’ll sing our way through the transition—

That wretched corridor, prepared for us by some unknown hand.

Enveloped in this gloom, we will traverse it nonetheless—and at the very end...

...together, we will unwrap the gift.

These are not the *Shadows of Chernobyl*—I say this just so you, you bastard, will go out of style... without ever leaving the module. You cobbled together idols—things you’d never even seen before—

And in doing so, gave birth to fear within yourself.

You crave oblivion, without a shred of doubt,

But the product you churn out is nothing but defective junk.

And if, by some chance, you dare to act—if you suddenly stir—

You’ll find yourself instantly drafted into the squad.

Stick to your trajectory; aim your vector true—carefully calibrating the angle.

You once told me—back then, and again later on—that *he* would surely reach out a hand to us.

Gazing at you in silence, the boy froze instantly, waiting there for a miracle.

Then, for the first time, his eyes were opened; he realized—once and for all—

That this world is ruled by a Judas.

They are hollow inside; their minds have gone soft—their mental slots are eternally vacant.

Any notion of honor they might possess would come crashing down from a dizzying height.