Jubilee - 23 км - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

— 23 kilometers to our destination

— ​​Boring track

— Karina, baby

— I'm not your baby

— Oh, my God

— Are you fed up with this, huh?

— Do you have that?

— What's wrong with you, babes?

— Are we whining? Karina, you're stifling the whole way.

And I can't even joke about the window.

We're driving in a fucking convertible.

— And it's still stifling.

— And it's still stifling, Karina! Enough!

— Are you serious?

— I like sarcasm and all that too.

But you're nothing but negativity, yo!

— Come on, yeah, now make a joke about periods.

— Nobody jokes about periods.

You could just drive.

With a less sour look.

— Listen, go fuck yourself!

— Hey

— Maybe if my mood bothers you,

Then you could ask what's wrong?

— I... I didn't mean to pry.

— No, you just don't give a shit!

And if you don't give a shit, then don't tell me what face to make!

— Karina, sometimes it's better not to bother you -

That's why no one asked!

— Critical Condition

— ​​So why the hell did you touch me now?!

— Wait.

— Disk fragmentation.

— Because we're almost there.

And I'm in a good mood, and you're ruining it!

— Damn it, I knew it.

That I shouldn't have

Agreed to go with you idiots!

(Critical Condition)

— Guys, something's wrong with Motive.

— Critical Condition

— ​​Let me guess, you're the man in your pair?

Am I right? You fucking idiot

Now I regret even inviting you.

Because knowing you...

— Ha. Knowing me?! Knowing me?

(Critical State)

I'm not even a lesbian, idiots!

— Um...

— Guys!

— I've been listening to this nonsense the whole way home.

(Critical State)

If I shaved my sides and don't talk about dicks, does that mean I'm into girls? Bitch, I've been like this my whole life.

You don't know a damn thing about me.

— Guys!

— What?

— It seems like Motive... everything.

— What do you mean?

— It's frozen.

— Then reboot it.

— Damn it, no.

The disk is corrupted, the operating system

Can't start itself.

— And what does that mean?

— I don't know if I can fix it.

Damn, everything was hanging on by a thread anyway, and, ah

Even if I can get the computer working again in the garage, there's no guarantee that Motive's personality will be restored.

— Damn, this sucks.

— Fuck, I'm so sick of it all, huh!

I'm hungry, I'm thirsty.

I barely slept because I'm the only one, f#cking

who can drive this car,

And I have a hemorrhoid in my ass the size of a fist.

And Motive's shut down, possibly forever!

And that's not even mentioning that now

I have no idea how we're going to

drive on without a navigator.

— Guys!

— Igor, well, we can turn back and

— We're here!

— What?

— Look

— Holy shit, that stoner didn't fool me.

— Holy shit.

— They're actually glowing.

— And those are all the mushrooms.

— Oh my God.

— Wow.

— Yeah.

— I've never seen anything so beautiful in my life.

— Igor, put the flashlight away!