Overkeel - Каблук - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

The heel moves the heels, burning on crumpled

Offenses, they play hide-and-seek in the first league,

I'm unlikely to bother anyone's assumptions,

Because you can't knock down these pins on the first try.

The heel bends the posture, striking a cat's pose,

It should be different, or is all this just pretend?

You're like a senseless role whose script will be burned,

You loved spreading your legs.

My heel, however, carved the face of youth and beauty,

But I adopted it from the lowlifes,

And maybe those crosses have already cried for me,

But I put them up first, meaning I was stronger.

The heel flowed with black tears at night into the skin of young men,

In apartment 38, which held the bolt for half a year (in neutral),

And I would have seen you all, and not through the peephole,

Of that door that separated us in the form of hatred.

I'm dancing for the last time and erasing everything,

That you knew about me,

My heels trample on hopes,

So that I become a scoundrel as before,

I'm dancing for the last time and erasing everything,

That you knew about me,

My heels trample on hopes,

So that I become a scoundrel as before.

The heel as a sacred part of masculine style,

I must remember where I came from in any year,

And did I even come out? We hid in our subconscious in childhood,

I wish I could preserve that vibe and not your mink coat (bitch),

The heel crushes sadness, crushes the flowers of holy morality,

Its appearance is like that of the porn actress Giovanni,

And among both them and my own, its tracks spread dirt,

Little one, I'm just knocking on your door so you catch this connection. The heel will make you feel like you're in leather and a tough guy,

And your fingers will love the taste of Belomor cigarettes,

During intermissions you'll have to manage the common treasury,

And the wetness will make you think that it's simply a disgrace,

The heel for your loved ones, a symbol of questions,

It doesn't spit on a vulnerable soul, it's not that simple,

And tearing your face to shreds, seeing the bones,

You'll understand that shame is already coming to visit you.

The heel, like a time of year, fuck the game,

Here are real deals with this fate for all the money,

Rub my cheeks, brother, I'm not myself sometimes,

And in the silence I'm amazed by the results of this game.

I'm dancing for the last time and erasing everything,

That you knew about me,

My heels are trampling on hopes,

So that I become a scoundrel as before,

I'm dancing for the last time and erasing everything,

That you knew about me,

My heels are trampling on hopes,

So that I become a scoundrel as before.