Houston - С утра до ночи - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

HOUSTON, are you ready? Tell people the truth…

Gentlemen and ladies, I'm tired of condemning myself. I will speak in the words of a talented sister.

Stop clinging to the film "Proletarian"; there are so many movie scripts in life.

We are taught to walk, and then to talk; we are passionate and eager to learn.

We are taught to write, we can read, to choose between good and evil.

Respect your elders, don't be afraid to trip someone else.

A new artist draws the same route, leading you by the hand across worn-out book covers.

We've known for a long time that the abyss is for those who are mocked at school.

Sitting at the same desk is always crowded; there will always be those who smile at you. You never had sideburns, you were always talking about a bright future,

You thought about the best, you dreamed of being a legend, but social trends decide the world.

From morning till night, they teach us to read,

From morning till night, they teach us to write,

They teach us to solve problems so fluently,

To plow behind a plow in worn-out overalls.

How can you not be angry?

When they teach you to stand and pray silently.

We know how to endure, we burn, and we strive.

And we won't fucking obey you.

What about study? There will be no future.

It's just a shame, we need a gold medal like a veil on a cold February.

And a medal isn't just a pedal; it will die with dust, like old crystal.

Such is the moral... life is like a boiling highway.

You don't have enough money on your card? Remember the school rules of Sparta.

We're not taught to love, to understand this world—a very fine line of time.

We're not taught to appreciate and empathize with everything, we're instilled with only a silent nod.

Putting our opinions on a leash, letting others decide everything for us.

Sticking our heads in the sand, everything won't be OK, our hand nervously reaches out to pull the trigger.

From morning till night, we're taught to read,

From morning till night, we're taught to write,

We're taught to solve columnar problems so fluently,

To plow behind a plow in worn-out overalls.

How can you not be angry?

When they teach you to stand and pray silently.

We know how to endure, we burn, and we strive.

And we won't fucking obey you.

Government loves you. Don't you get it?

Like in a childhood fairy tale, where the gingerbread man did his somersault,

But the world was too cruel, like a rotten hammer in court. The school bell rang, ending this cruel lesson.

The old machine in the factory hummed, like a rusty vice (money talk).

This is the dilemma even for the rich: time is a problem.

So pompously stated, so beautifully shown on YouTube, so sweetly spread across the ears,

With false phrases, strewing their arms and necks with diamonds and nonverbally commanding.

The media is hammering a nail into our heads! And why are they pouring crap into our ears?

From morning till night, they teach us to read,

From morning till night, they teach us to write,

They teach us to solve column problems so fluently,

To plow behind a plow in worn-out overalls.

How can you not be angry?

When they teach you to stand and pray silently.

We know how to endure, we burn, and we strive.

And we won't obey you.

Ladies and gentlemen, I'm tired of beating myself up.

Stop clinging to the movie "Proletarian"; there are so many movie scripts in life.

Nice try, HOUSTON. But nobody gives a shit.