BRAINY - На берегу моря - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

The sun is calm where it's quieter, without anger.

Everyone wants it, they want it higher, ambitions are smashing their knees.

You stand on the bridge, look at the shores, and where you'll be first.

Left, right, again the gangrene of doubt.

What a dilemma – play online or go outside with a friend.

Again the problem – self-knowledge or be a plow,

Or like Buddha, never and nowhere, in the sense of mere plankton.

And the benefit is not zero, not a penny, but something the size of a proton.

Routine gets in the way, but rise up, feel the hunger of consciousness.

Look at the ceiling – is this the height of your, my understanding?

You can download maps, plot your route,

But what's the point of all this effort?

If your true path, for example, is not as complete as a woman's waist. What's the efficiency, how to make the world a better place, McGregor or Muhammad Ali?

The song's been going on for a little less than a minute, let's make a bet.

I told you, anything is possible here, spirituality is hair, not a wig.

You can't buy a Bentley for nothing, without thinking, you won't become different.

Surrender, a waking dream, what did you want now?

Wait, do they build a roof after the foundation?

I'm telling you – no!

Here's some chalk, a piece of paper, and a pen, it doesn't matter, even a student's notes.

Take charge of yourself, know that those who work hard deserve respect.

Waves and cliffs on the seashore,

And there, in the concrete jungle, people with grinning teeth,

It's a little strange, everyone splashing their hands and then again,

Roaring screams, loud curses, caress the ear. Waves and cliffs on the seashore,

And there, in the concrete jungle, people with grinning teeth,

It's a little strange, everyone's splashing their hands and then again,

Roaring screams, loud curses, caressing the ear (like a charm).

Where to begin? Everything in life is stupid, you're right, and how can I not be offended?

The accessible ones have posts about loyalty, a sheep tries to be a wolf,

I'd like to stand by the sea and listen to the tide for a while,

But I feel like they'll snatch me up and take me to Poveglia Island, burn me like the plague.

Thousands of frames have been crushed by adversity, but how many have been crushed throughout life?

A bucket of vanity, a ton of envy, no head, beyond rye,

Everyone has run aground – nobles, pages,

We wake up with the thought of falling asleep quickly, am I wrong? Tell me.

We await Fridays like the second coming of Christ.

And if we're going to build paths in life, then only from a teleconference.

The theorem is simple, it's not safe even at the guard post.

Questions swirl in my head. Has my time really come?

The standard "get off the couch," the plot of many movies and songs.

I'm not Charles Russell, but I'm a witness, I see what's next, but I'm not Wolf Messing.

What's on Dulles's list, the plan, war, aggression?

"The sky's still blue, but fuck it." Take off your glasses! Soot and mold.

So, I'm standing on the bridge, which way should I turn left or right?

What's changed, what did I sign up for, get off the couch?

What awaits me, bitter success, sweet drama?

The thought is finished, I'm putting my stamp on it. The sea, the waves, so strange.

On the seashore, waves and rocks,

And there, in the concrete jungle, people with grinning teeth,

It's a little strange, everyone splashes their hands and then again,

The roar of screams, loud curses, caress the ear.

On the seashore, waves and rocks,

And there, in the concrete jungle, people with grinning teeth,

It's a little strange, everyone splashes their hands and then again,

The roar of screams, loud curses, caress the ear.