Karma Life - Constant - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Everything is out of place. The smart ones are gripped by fear. Everything is wrong. The world is collapsing again. He died in their arms.

They worship lies. They thank lice. What are they doing here? Night, followed by dawn. Who's to blame?

Love is so important... The Motherland must! Whip and rein. Sow and reap. Virus and fire.

Little by little, we're on our way. We're sinking little by little. Days to the wind, let them be... I can't get them back, no, I can't get them back.

The lights came on.

My soul froze.

So many young goddesses,

And one burqa.

Unfunny poems

They intoxicate the brain,

So many new elements,

Only fog is visible.

They talk about love.

Sleep is ruined, Groundhog Day,

The melodic piano

Induces a thrill like poison. The cypress will sprout,

Fertilizer of oaths,

And over the sky hangs

An indifferent gaze.

How

A hundred centuries will pass, someone will again give birth to an innocent, but

This someone is one, there will be only one, until the end of dreams.

And the whole world will pass, underfoot the path and its hopeless syndrome.

Bread is the head of everything, but will the fool understand the message emblazoned within it?

What taiga is there in the surrounding area? It's a pity to give up on humanity.

Time rules you, are you ready to wait, looking into the distance?

You lay the ground smoothly, but I swear. I trust, but I'm no good.

A world as rancid as an old cracker and as hopeless as God Himself...

To cross the ocean barefoot, to be naked in the cold.

It draws bridges for you, but you drown in puddles. He was ready to love you, but you're always chasing profit.

I've written you a new testament - predict or profit?

The world will be shrouded in darkness.

They tear at the throat, but in vain.

They walked on the edge of a knife.

Time hurls wounds into the chest.

They say he's alone...

His son didn't die?

Where's the victim? Guess,

Did this guy deceive you?

He'll show you the fruit,

And tell you about it,

That he'll punish you, and lo,

The serpent has entered this house!

How wicked that story is,

That an all-powerful fool...

His plan is viscous

And dangerous as cancer.

A fallen angel, just like us,

Wouldn't want to prostrate himself before him,

A cold-blooded and domineering old man

Allows us to fall? What?

If there's no peace in heaven, then where could it come from here?

If wars have existed since the dawn of time, and God allows such sin,

If the mortal body screams and calls for passion,

Does that mean you, displeasing to your father, will burn forever in the name of love?

This is just a nightmare, if I'm reading it correctly.

I read between the lines, I haven't slept for a year, what have you done, old man?

Where the line between love and evil is blurred like oil in the rain.

Where is the ultimate goal, if life anew means trembling again?

You're just a dry character, and there's no one there, right?

I look at this gray sky, and God has retired there.

If only snow or rain falls from it, that's the banner of the soul. (its smoke)

Well, if a meteorite flies from it, full of fire, then that's not you either...