palach feat. TERNOVA - Элли - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Where is reality, where is fairy tale, neither Holmes nor Watson can figure it out.

The time will come when the love triangle will understand it's time to end.

In every love story, there's a debtor and a collector. Who are your tears for?

It's been like this all week—on the last train home, an energy drink in hand.

My throat suddenly went dry, but where there's water, an anaconda isn't far away.

The sea of ​​the hungry always flows into the oceans of the gnawed.

On Instagram, you're either ash, or blonde, stylish,

Nevsky Prospekt, or London, nails and cigarettes.

Your little house is carried away by a hurricane, driven by instinct.

Somewhere at a bar, we're running wild, I'll give you a balloon—nitrous oxide.

The children are growing up, and now the grown-up daughters are also stepping under the table. There's pure evil in the glass, dancing in slow motion - it's like we're on TikTok, wild,

I'm so blue, PIN codes are flying out of my head, one after another, bingo.

A long tongue will take you from New York to Gotham,

Where's your comfort zone? The planet is round:

We're all at one long table, and they'll be happy to discuss you here.

Shuffle the deck, because there are plenty of good wizards with Ellie here,

But their lives are essentially a swamp.

The windows of the Emerald City glow in the distance.

I am your energy, but the password is wrong, let's play telephone.

Here's your key, but who cares what happened at the table?

We'll discuss it behind your back.

In silver sneakers,

Along a bright yellow road, looking at the sky in Ray-Bans.

The search for happiness in the face of problems, it's so memorable. My interest is in your body, lodged in your head like Venom.

I need your inner demon. Come on, today is no time for nerves.

Neon light, a devilish outline, the claws of a succubus on my back,

Single Malt sits sadly on the table, lips imprinted on it.

White cigarette smoke settles, won't leave here in the morning,

I screwed you, like everyone else – you can't turn glass into an emerald.

And don't even think you'll come home on Monday,

You'll be drunk and begging on my knees,

For kind Goodwin to send poor Ellie to Kansas,

I'll just offer you another blow job.

I won't ask you to do everything in a circle,

Because in the morning I'll be licking off my emerald powder,

The city thinks itself too wise,

Let's discuss it, it's no secret anymore.

I won't ask you to do everything in a circle,

After all, by morning I'll be licking off my emerald powder,

The city imagines itself too wise,

Let's discuss it before we climb onto the table.