Дакота Диез - Хозяин - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

the cadet flew into space without permission, becoming a blow job,

and on Zhukovsky they sell waste at retail...

this nonsense about getting sick and becoming a man,

you're back in the dungeon - your essays burned...

cry, my love, because I'm now incognito...

like a UFO under the sky, this is the lyrics of the damned...

dead core, the smell of burnt brain,

a caustic mixture of carbon monoxide, heat, stress and overdose...

those sleeping in a box would like to become real,

and it's amazing - so they are cut to pieces...

human bones walk the streets every evening again,

what will happen, people - we will drown in doping...

explosions from the side of the high-rise buildings of the metropolis,

drug drive from the desert of snow past the images...

dead religion, for powder with chains,

in this age of drugs and wasted time...

this silence scares only those who think,

this curtain hasn't fallen, brother, we're friends with Cuba...

these iron hands are reaching out from everywhere,

dealers, drug addicts, dealers and prostitutes...

these iron cables are unlikely to break,

and millions of immigrants are not here for nothing...

these iron bridges store warheads,

and we walk next door, but not to God...

we drink from cups to the people's health,

we lie with minors and dance on corpses,

polluted air and rivers full of oil,

dishonest money and non-accidental deaths...

cover your mouth, you stupid slut,

this curve will someday bring us to the edge,

when a stupid scumbag tells his mother to fuck off,

I will, bitch, I will, bitch, expose...

I will seal up cretins with a thin thread,

after all, people are not alarm clocks to be wound up...

and isn't it time for us to liquidate the sheep,

yes, master, that's right, master, master understood...

the nationalists are storming Orthodox churches there,

someday the Russians will shoot you all, creatures...

someday, I will stop screaming about the rehabilitation

of the system of power in Russia, only when I get old...

only when my ligaments die and my pupils go blind,

and in my insanity the faith in the president,

in the government and useless measures to bring the country out of the crisis will grow stronger - this is schizophrenia...

this is a disgrace - the degradation of a nation that is drinking itself to death,

homosexuality with drunkenness under a surplus shell,

this is capitalism with a beggarly face,

this rusty lyre is an inheritance from the fathers...

obsequious speeches in the Kremlin offices,

you remember this - if not, download it on torrents,

oligarchy, business-boys and total poverty,

and we are walking on the edge, when there is an abyss beneath us...

not to lie and not to be afraid, but to continue to remain silent,

this is the seal of the executioner - to expose,

but the tongue-tied one will be fucked again,

yes, master, that's right, master, understood master...

it all started with what it ended with,

a bunch of people are still tearing the country to shreds,

and everything will end here with what it began with,

boyars, serfs, the tsar and Russian maybe...