Budaraha - На грани - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I'm searching for myself at the bottom of the routine

A course to nowhere, up on an ice floe

The search for a middle ground has led me from now on

Where so far, past the depressing

Into the thick of things, into the very trap

A pile of new problems will bulge my pocket

A long journey to nowhere, leaving behind deception

Crossed the line from head to battering ram

I'm in a hurry, afraid to take a step

After all, a course to nowhere doesn't look like a chance

It doesn't look like success from luck, a caricature

Fear enveloped me, but I'm letting it go

A stream of thoughts, piercing cold

It will lead to nowhere, leaving few

Past the bright light of the evening windows

deeper underground into the mud and darkness

Stubborn ram, he let everything go to hell

Crushed in a cascade, didn't notice the chatter

The furious fleet is with me, a legion

Know where we are and where we're going!

The navigator is malfunctioning, no end in sight

The paths confuse us, pain and cramps in our legs

A windless calm has overtaken the sails

We've lost our way and gone nowhere

As long as there's faith, patience, and will

My doping and incentive are burning out in the flask

The minutes of control have been collected to the maximum

And again I fly away in gusts of minor

(2x)

I feel like I'm on the edge... flying into nowhere

At times, a blizzard was carried by the winds

Circles... a gray fog

In minutes of embraces... we're rushing nowhere

I wondered about the right path, lost in chords

Minutes to nowhere, the fruits of labor

More aggression and the smell of blood

An inner voice ached with a groan

Everything seems like a dream, the path led

A place where people changed, but not me

As if drunk, I wobbled, accumulating material

Sinking secrets deeper than the mark Zero

Once again, into nowhere, following in the footsteps of the experienced

And the most desperate have never set foot here

And again, an hour to the ground, I'm in sheets of paper

A blue fire burns into nowhere, consciousness. Segments will disappear like shots and tablecloths. Time, the executioner kills, does not heal.

Here, as if marked into nowhere, the Milky Way

We are destined to be here, eternally. Aaaaaah! And once again into nowhere, asphalt underfoot....

We burn to the ground, ohhh... a heavy burden

I felt the lies in packs of No-Spa

I lied to myself, you can't just leave

My hands tremble, and everything is decided