BARABAN - Геймовер - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Let's do it without explaining what's allowed and what's not.

This bitch is sending me her emoji on Telegram.

I shed my shell and crawled out of the ground.

But since it happened this way, it means we had to.

Now dance on my rotten grave, both of you.

I don't trust anyone anymore—a new era.

Dance on mine, like I would have if I hadn't died.

Dance like it's your last time—this is my gameover.

Full stop. Curtain. I should have stayed out of here. I should have avoided this thorny, dense forest.

A bruise, a cut. I've been carrying this damn black kerst for years now.

This Mediterranean ball is like the ninth wave, but I fucked masks, carnival.

The young Padawan was breaking himself. It turned out it was a scam.

No, seriously, it was awesome—they burned and burned until they all went out. Orwell, Huxley? "If only" and "if"? We're not in a fairy tale, we're in the orchestra pit.

I paint my soft oak coffin crimson.

And everything they say later won't be new to me here. You know.

I leave Easter eggs in people's lives, it's just a shame I never managed to save them.

In this whole cycle of lies and deceit, I'll only have to trust the pages.

And after me, I'll leave—nothing more, nothing less—a plaque and an inscription.

And here, too, they'll find me, but only when they need me.

My life story is exemplary, where the bullet of sanity passes tangentially.

And before the abrasions grow to pathology, I try with all my might to forget its chronology.

And I hate everything that reminds me of you in this gray-white room, because my memory is excellent.

Yes, dear. You said you've changed? Yes, my dear, find a dozen differences.

Let's do it without explaining what's not allowed and what's allowed.

The bitch is sending me her emoji on Telegram.

I shed my shell and crawled out of the ground.

But since it happened this way, it means we had to.

Now dance on my rotten grave, both of you.

I don't trust anyone anymore—a new era.

Dance on mine, like I would have if I hadn't died.

Dance like it was my last time—this is my gameover (hm).

That swing has long since rotted away and no longer brings joy to the little ones (hm).

But that swing stands as it always did, holding our marks (hm).

And in this cave, where there are a bunch of Dementors, the darkness is unlikely to dissipate (hm).

An attempt to bring everything back failed, accelerating my heartbeat (hm).

But I no longer feel pain, hunger, or No slush, no cold, nothing pressing on my head

A heart of stone and organs of tin, but my words were cast in gold

As soon as I set sail, my problems faded away, I while away the time in chats on lonely nights

Bitch, no melancholy, no sadness. Just black soil and eternal silence (hm)

Let's do it without explaining what's allowed and what's not allowed

The bitch sends me her emoji on Telegram

I shed my shell, crawled out of the ground

But since it happened this way, it means we had to

Now dance on my rotten grave, both of you

I don't trust anyone anymore – a new era

Dance on mine, like I would have if I hadn't died

Dance like it's your last time – this is my gameover (hm)