heavenisbehind - Крылатые качели - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

And if it's time for us to grow up, alas

To stop scribbling

In the margins of a notebook, the stylus broke

Darkness awaits us, the nothingness of a vomit-soaked

Solitary confinement

It's also called life, so grab the mast, hold on

These images of pictures in their empty heads will shatter against reality, no matter how long you live

And if everything isn't going to hell, then the simplest questions here are: "About what?", "By what?"

Alas, but your derivative has long been absent from the integral of time

Winged swings

fly, fly

Everything is real

With us, with us

Where is it going?

Where is it flying?

We are spending our childhood

Happy journey!

A man walks, a man crawls along a tightrope

Fine - at a fine pace

Only forward, the main thing is not to start thinking, the main thing is to remember God

To the right, devils are laughing in cauldrons, to the left, angels are calling to themselves, damn it, what does the world want to take from me, I just can't understand

Mom, forgive me for growing up a crybaby, you taught me not to be afraid

And the darkness only deepens the colors, I've avoided it since childhood

Hey, Dad, forgive me for being overly affectionate, a man shouldn't be a wimp

I understand all this perfectly

And this is precisely what I'm struggling with

Winged swings

flying, flying

Somewhere into the unknown

Please take me too

My childhood is passing

And time with it

And like the hand of the clock

Flies inexorably

And now it's not the hand on the clock that worries me, but the hand on the stockings of this beautiful lady (miscouzi mois)

How many of these will there be? I've met hundreds of them.

But out of hundreds, not one has stayed until the morning.

You ask, does it hurt? No, it tickles a little (ugh).

The winged swing, having made a new turn, became

A sun, the world through the bottom and the shop windows of a walled-up city.

Winged swing

Flying, flying.

Our time has come.

To put this life in its place.

And no matter how hard we try,

No matter how we grow beards or get tattoos,

We still remain children.