Roofie - За окном - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I lack the voice to read, the syllable order.

I'm not a master of words, I'm paranoid again.

What would you do if you met an evil serial killer in a back alley? It seems too pop.

A lyrical digression is like a crime.

What if I'm shaking before the performance tomorrow?

Only in the dark, alone, is there peace.

It's very cold here in winter, turn on the heating.

I dreamed there would be a film here, but alas, filming is over. I'm not the first one here, someone everyone's been eyeing for a long time,

And now people are chasing money, like they're chasing their daughter.

I'm probably the last one who drank to Ellipsis.

We'll replace the sun with a lonely lantern in the forest,

And a rough voice worries, shouting to us from the sky.

You're not the only one who's still searching for a place.

I'm fed up with gossip, scandals, and siesta.

Yes, it's hard for us without sleep, and spring is already here.

I'm writing with abandon, but there's emptiness in my soul.

I won't despair, even if smoke comes out of my ears.

My whole life will remain in pencil.

Forgive me, but I don't know childhood. From now on,

I wouldn't mix vodka with wormwood again

Or return to that performance, even if it suddenly overwhelms

And we don't know exactly where life will take us

And outside the window there's a thunderstorm, a blizzard, and a shambles

To hell with the day of the week, I'm a champion of ideas

Whose palace do you call a hotel?

And why are the doors closed?

Let's bend the stick together to cross to that shore.

Not a party-goer, for I'm still lost myself,

There's no money in my wallet, only my own opinion is at stake.

I'm the Guardian of the Dungeon, and on the eve of the housewarming

Vacate your cell and let them move me in!

Autumn won't come here until you're asked,

The devil, having tossed a coin, will express himself in prose,

So what? You thought this was the first gloomy town,

But the paradox is, you can easily buy a couple of cokes here.

Of course, we're all slathered in the same ointment,

I'm assembled like a puzzle, absorbing the pain of the decrees all at once.

And how can I not get stoned, so as not to be held accountable,

The authorities will come up with a new excuse to dismantle us for spare parts.