SATVA - Стрелы - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Dirt. Ash.

Darkness. Sky

Where people live

I haven't been

You know, I wish I could

be brave.

Fly away and never return

Like arrows

Travel Notes. Crowds on the stairwell

They're saying something, they're steaming about something

The porch is growing wider with people

I'm here, without a second thought, not far from the park. Crowds of protesters, crowds of screaming people demanding my resignation

Ducks, posters.

They want to live like in Armavir

One, nine, eight, four

Armchair politicians, we don't know,

we while away the weekdays in the tents. Redneck polemics on complicated faces

Mom's swearing, which means it's school tomorrow (nap time)

And I hope the flock doesn't get sick

I stay away from this. I advise you to. There's no point in sticking your neck out in vain,

especially if you don't know what to believe.

Satva won't believe words.

Lies flow like water.

Open your lips wider.

Receive me on an empty stomach.

Yuth:

Climb higher to the mountains.

Look at the sky - I'm there.

I'll count to exactly one hundred.

Whoever didn't hide, it's not my fault.

I'm from the anti-scum department.

You'll regret it if you let that ipikha out into the net.

I'm taking the gun off safety.

I thought so -

There's a barrel at the back of your head.

Is the bullet a fool?

You're a fool yourself.

I shoot explosive rounds, I'm like Bruno.

Every step is planned.

You read the cloud, but your box is empty.

You get shot because

to desecrate art.