2 бита и Куртка - Адвил - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

All those stuck in traffic are crying in line for the Coffin.

But yet another act of kindness touches the soul and spirit, like a journey to God.

Whoever speaks of freedom as an object, as a victory,

It will be nothing tomorrow.

You can read this on the bones of dinosaurs.

I can't be serious:

It's funny, like an angry vice-principal.

I can't remain silent:

It's sinful, like white envy.

Tell me, where would a dream be without willpower?

It just so happens that it's not fate that haunts us,

But Hitler, Stalin, Putin, and Rolex.

What kind of illness is this? Where is our father? Monopoly, synthetic power.

So many words, but all that social media has gifted us is syntactic collapse.

And the more of us we have outwardly, the further we are from our former selves. Amnesia is the new rage, so life is a success!

And crystal happiness in the forest of unfulfilled destinies,

Advertising rainbow of everyday life... oh, what am I saying!

Just don't think it's not you, but some stupid people.

We should live in paradise,

But we only see it in the neck of a crumpled tin can

Or in the smoky barrel of a glass tube.

I'll still have it.

This milky bayun is for you and those like me.

And at thirty, I'm not burning up, and although my body is perky, in reality I've gone soft.

In a year, a relapse awaits me, and I'll split in two,

And become like a Russian soap opera.

Where they'll prescribe Advil for the transparent version of myself.

And no longer blossom. And go ahead and tell me,

That in this spit of infinity I'm unique

And the moment is perfect to change everything

Or settle scores and laugh stupidly at the saddest moment,

Because it's real. No. I'm wasting all attempts.

If it weren't for Lovely Advil,

I would have developed such powers,

I would have nurtured such

In this loneliness of love.

Under your coat

No one is hiding.

How to find him

On someone else's path?

It seems to be the case,

You love and are loved,

But you walk into the entrance –

Alien and unsociable.

God created the world – we are its byproduct.

Conscience follows you through the keyhole.

A tour guide through Plato's cave

At the exit, it hits the kidneys.

That's it, I've taken a breath and am taking off my mask. Death, wait around the corner like a brother,

Let me finish my smoke, finish singing the Lord's Prayer,

Before bed, I'll play basketball.

If I tried to be good,

Then I'd get punched in the face like a gift,

Like I once dreamed of Everest,

And ended up running into the grove.

You know...

My throat is a fastener to the stream.

My voice is a testament to my descendants.

My head aches with the thought of

How to justify myself before God.

How to justify myself before God.

How to justify myself before God?

How to justify myself?

Under your coat

No one is hiding.

How to find him

On someone else's path?

It seems there's a deal,

You love and are loved,

But you walk into the building entrance –

Alien and unsociable.