PureCure - НОСТАЛЬГИЯ - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Play the guitar

Ashes swirl around the kitchen

The smell of fumes here

And a pretty bad hangover

A bunch in a communal apartment

The singing isn't children anymore

Our choir, like an ode

To the dawn that has arrived

No reason to worry

After all, our heads are already splitting

But we're enjoying everything

Today isn't even the seventh Friday

Drunken people are drinking and singing here

It seems like tonight we'll get even more drunk and

Hands to the ceiling

So that everyday life won't drag us down

We're dancing the gabba like a foxtrot LOOK, I'm drinking

And knocking us down

Every idiot in this place is happy to be NOSTALGIA

Hands to the ceiling

So that everyday life won't drag us down

We're dancing the gabba like a foxtrot LOOK, I'm drinking

And knocking us down

Every idiot in this place is happy to be NOSTALGIA NOSTALGIA is happy to be at home

We're all in our twenties, so what?

No books, just bookmarks, cigarettes smoldering in a glass

Fingers scurry across the fretboard like cockroaches in the kitchen

They, too, stayed up all night, dancing the cancan

We're not trusting daylight, we need a nap

So we can wake up again in the evening and hit the road again

Let the speakers crackle, the neighbors will thank us! That for the first time they've encountered those who rave beautifully

This night will give us everything we've been missing

Something we'll remember with bleary eyes

And, someday, in our very old age, we'll meet

In this very same apartment, to cause mayhem again

Youth 89 on the speakers

Hang on the eardrums

Someone's dope is smoking

2K is packing it in tight

We're still the same scum

Hardstyle drums are ready

If we're going to let loose

Then only loudly

Youth 89 on the speakers

Hang on the eardrums

Someone's dope is smoking

2K is packing it in tight

We're still the same scum

Hardstyle drums are ready

If we're going to let loose

Then only loudly

Hands to the ceiling

So that life doesn't drag us away

We're dancing gabba like a foxtrot LOOK ME

Drinking a shot

And knocking you down

Everyone Every idiot in this house is happy to be NOSTALGIA

Hands to the ceiling

So that everyday life doesn't drag you away

We dance the gabba like a foxtrot LOOK ME

I drink a shot

And knock you off your feet

Every idiot in this house is happy to be NOSTALGIA