Bakhtin feat. Faer - Невесёлый атаман - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I'm scrolling through my life again, addicted again, by the way.

If I get up, I'll see a flock of those we're addicted to defeating in anger.

They're flying around, by the way, this is their stage.

After all, they've become more than just who we thought they were.

Let's melt down those days we thought we were.

He himself doesn't believe them, even though he knows they weren't lying.

They didn't stand by their side in grief, so they're tired.

They pedaled down the valley, flying off into the distance.

It's not what warms us; it depends on what we're addicted to now.

And this topic won't help tell the whole story.

I see the judges, there's nothing strange here.

He smolders smoothly, but he doesn't know the main thing (Why?)

To those who believe you, to those who need you.

Where are those who didn't want to understand whether you're you or not?

As they used to say when changing posts, the sad chieftain doesn't change his canvases. Why should we, after all, Bach and I are laying down the beat?

We're spreading this track across the cities, it's playing everywhere.

Let's paint the walls, let's build a castle.

If you're any good at it, the path to happiness is short.

I see a couple of those who don't know where to go.

They haven't made up for it with time, no matter how you look at it.

Life won't notice how it spins us into a dead end.

Here comes the fiery one to everyone who's nearby, and to everyone who's locked up.

Bark, don't bite until it hurts. Smart guys, make dust, raise some dough. Yeah, we party wildly, we cruise through the courtyards—that's life! And God left it to us.

From doorstep to faraway, from bell to bell, I'm the chieftain, and what about you? - not at all offended! I hugged you, excuse me, electronically. A toxic life, only the noise of friends excites me. I didn't beat you, I wasn't beaten, and that doesn't make me any happier, I'm dying, but just play guitar and I understand that I'm not going home. My path here is only with the clouds, heaven, let me go, I'm with my fists. Heaven, let me go, I'll hold my hand in my fist, look at the world the way I want, think and understand that we're only standing here because there's nowhere to sit, because people have envy for breakfast and revenge for dinner. Let's come to our senses, pour ourselves a drink and let's sing, "Zhigan," look - a sad chieftain.