Leanje - БОГ - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Today is the last day we can talk to you calmly. About how, when you cross the line, it's too late to look back and heal yourself.

About how important it is for you to be here? About how much more I haven't managed to tell you? About whether you need this?

About how much you need the ending?

One day we will all reach the end

And everyone will say that they want to go back to the first round

The truth is laid bare, and the trace of the shadow where the herd slumbers

Will see the light tomorrow where the race in the blizzard leads to the walls of Islam

Anyway, you've ended up in the catacombs,

If you're a homebody, then remember, they don't talk about the deceased around you

For me, it's a thrill to fuck these corpses, they froze lips with flames, melted pipes

They roughly fucked the kind guy who thought correctly.

They fucked his mouth, how many punches and references do you have?

We fight for our families to be fed

We also carry wet flowers to the graves of the guys

Because this is life, in the plot of a terrible movie

We need to change ourselves so that we don't want to kill ourselves, brother

So that people say, "Damn, bitches wanted to get money, if so - then let's go!"

But it seems to me now that we don't need to shoot,

There's so much of this without us - a bitter dream, if God is poison, in the school doorways

One day we won't come home

One day we will take away your pain

A daredevil or the bravest kid

Don't be afraid, because we will stay with you

Pain on the wounds, much or little

The sun will replace this night someday

Soon the truth, maybe tomorrow

Someday we will no longer be afraid

Pain on the wounds, much or little

The sun will replace this night someday

Soon the truth, maybe tomorrow

Someday we will no longer be afraid - to live

Fake captain, and time is like water, big cities, where is the strength, brother? Drunk Leningrad, my beloved bitch..., killed me about a year ago before I realized that something needed to change

And you won't be able to roll back your grief

Life has crippled you, so suffer

What is destined will come true

Grief will waft in from the street in the morning

But I didn't wish for a trip,

I ordered life

Bitch, don't even try to prove to me that we shouldn't talk about this

I didn't choose this, if I have to smash my face against the tiles

To crumble painfully across the fields - that's cool!

The damn wheel across the policy, the city

So that you would talk about similar images

If you see, damn it, portions of food for a sea of ​​chips – "I"

Story - a poor uncle is looking for salt in the food there, like a sea

Brew it, just on the beats that you're praying for here

The streets praise me, take it as a rule

Your weakness is your giveaway

Around me, dew on the fields

Around me, the beauty of the earth, it whispers,

That there is eternity in it

And it so sweetly beckons me to itself

But we know that it's still too early for us

Pain on the wounds, much or little

The sun will replace this night someday

Soon, maybe tomorrow

Someday we will no longer be afraid

Pain on the wounds, much or little

The sun will replace this night someday

Soon, maybe tomorrow

Someday we will no longer be afraid - to live

Hey, legendary year, 8 stages, thank you to the opponents and judges,

You decide what your final will be, whether it will be the last or just a springboard,

different music

Pain on the wounds, much or little

The sun will replace this night someday

Soon,

God will appear… maybe tomorrow