Дешёвые Драмы - Сахар - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I can't write poetry, which means I can't lie.

I'm simply describing my life: here's a chair, here's a table, here's a sofa, a bed.

Here are the four walls of a dilapidated box, here are the people keeping me awake.

Here's a girl, here are her tattoos, here's the whisper inside my head.

Listen, it's a bit like the hum of a transformer.

Where does the signal make sense?

My whisper will smear across the tunnel walls!

I suddenly lose my train of thought...

Puddles under my feet.

The furious snow is irritating.

Stop exchanging noises.

Let me be present!

I can't write poetry, which means I can't lie.

I'm simply describing my life: here's a chair, here's a table, here's a sofa, a bed.

Here are the four walls of a dilapidated box, here are the people keeping me awake.

Here's a girl, here are her tattoos, here's a whisper inside my head.

A whisper inside my...

Someone is stealing my inspiration, quickly, cruelly, with their feet.

The rule of the snatched moment, I won't fuck it up, fuck off, Vyrypaev!

The table slides away along with the hands, the sound slams against the walls.

No, I didn't fuck it up, everything's fine, Vanya, I'm just sitting here without hands! A blizzard has rolled in behind the curtain, February has screwed everyone.

The most vile of months, for which the best rhyme is sadness.

Someone, give me back my hands so I can feel the vileness of velvet.

Tear them from any bitch, or better yet, boil them in sugar.

I'll stick, I'll be fragile, my poem will be caramel.

I'll learn to lie when my hands have

any meaning.

Muzlo - drawing lessons.

I can't write poetry, which means I can't lie.

I'm simply describing my life: here's a chair, here's a table, here's a sofa, a bed.

Here are the four walls of a dilapidated box, here are the people who keep me awake.

Here's a girl, here are her tattoos, here's the whisper inside my head.