jabberwacky - вояджер - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

the earth's omya cover the humble one like a blanket,

nails are driven into the crevices,

like one against three in the corner of dark quarters.

no glory, no honors, so he did not gain: buried and forgotten

he twisted his life in a vice,

plunging to the bottom, forgetting to equip

a bathyscaphe between the twin days.

paved the way intuitively,

lived like a fish in an aquarium with gelatin,

scribbled down ideas, but it's a pity the variability

in the labyrinth of days reduced activity to zero.

his gaze froze, like mom's jellied meat,

dad took the bottle, lit a cigarette from heaven.

a friend just needs a reason to fuck around,

and a girlfriend will find peace on someone else's lap.

he spat out time -

a piece of undercooked shashlik.

with the power of a pill that penetrated his temple,

the pharmacist eliminated the cause of the buzzing forever.

a tiny probe rushes against the background of the blackening sun,

if you see glare - lower your Ray-Bans.

for some - a firework will light up in the sky on a holiday,

for others - to light a candle in a dilapidated church.

on the fuel of toasts and kutya with raisins,

heading into space under the syncopation of glasses,

leaving the world where he was gloomy,

a row of simple numbers, tied into a harness.

so what the hell is there to look at, not on a box of stars?!

how to grow old with the years, but not for real?

if I had asked for an opinion, I would have said: "live!"

but in someone else's soul I can't see a thing.

and squeeze out tears, like a rag from the floor,

that flow through mascara, blacker than Pepsi-Cola.

views of the former life of the emptiest of rooms -

lobotomy of the house that became a spaceport.

old woman-death came, adjusting her chignon,

conditional swing of the scythe - picked up housing.

let the ship be cramped, and the flight is not close -

the goal will atone for the means, justifying suicide?

to distant cosmic spheres,

route through black holes

voyager flew out,

his voyager flew out.

will the problem solve the problem?

is death the lot of the young?

yes or no, voyager flew out,

new voyager flew out.

social networks will cry cringefully,

having pressed the inflorescences to the horizon

voyager flew out,

someone's voyager flew out.

If you decide to exchange your life for a ticket to add to the space junk, think about it, it's not a fact that you'll find there what you wanted to find.