KROKOT - Мишень - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

There, the cities are all scratched with crowns.

The world trembles in the darkness, and the bustle contorts itself with stormy thoughts.

Don't let the crossroads on the path that has given you targets fall.

Don't break, brother, don't be shy, and don't play the fool, lest you be eaten.

Dirty fingers no longer touched the trigger, didn't aim for the good.

But I certainly trusted fate, like the fox with the gingerbread man, but apparently I miscalculated.

People spoke loudly about the turbulent times, but they themselves cried.

They still sang ballads with their pockets stuffed, and henceforth they crawl slowly.

But I pierced everything with naginatas, and trust fell on your graves.

Ready for much, I opened my soul, recklessly believed, and worse, loved. Enchanted by those words, praise destroyed me, that laziness overwhelmed me.

Forgive me, God, farewell my shadow—from now on, my whole life will be like a goal and a target.

There, cities are scratched by crowns.

The world trembles in the darkness, and the vanity contorts itself with stormy thoughts.

Don't let go of the crossroads on the path that has given you targets.

Don't break, brother, don't be shy, and don't play the fool, lest you be eaten.

There, cities are scratched by crowns.

The world trembles in the darkness, and the vanity contorts itself with stormy thoughts.

Don't let go of the crossroads on the path that has given you targets.

Don't break, brother, don't be shy, and don't play the fool, lest you be eaten.

Dirty fingers no longer touched the trigger, no longer aimed for the good.

But I certainly trusted fate, like the fox trusts the bun, but apparently I miscalculated.

The people spoke loudly about the turbulent times, but they themselves cried.

They kept singing ballads with their pockets stuffed, but now they themselves crawl along at a slow pace.