ЗАМАЙ - Ванга - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Petersburg will be the new capital of the world. A man who will see clearly and speak distinctly will be at the head. He has seen a lot, done a lot, But he will become truly great after the end of the world. After that, Russia will have a thousand years of happiness and prosperity. It will be a real paradise on earth. Munch dedicated "The Scream" to me. Edvard Grieg provided the sample for the beat. Cocaine brought relief from torment. Aibolit. Madame Bovary lay naked next to me. But my face was sad - a city dweller. I am sated among events, a leader in food courts. The first in procrastination - at least in something a leader. I will pour poetry, like powder in a gripper. The last intellectual, but without a machine gun. It seems to me that I am evil, to everyone else - possessed. Abode - a trap hut, that is, a Stalinist building. There, deep on the sofa, I lay like oil. Music rabble, illegal immigrant, completely ignored everywhere. I have no money, no connections, only arrogance. I am supposedly a snob, but There's only a sheaf of hay at the exit I didn't fly into space, I'm waiting for the haymaking Our past is sad, like Wu-Tang's beats The present is terrible, like all this trap In the future, we'll all grow old, like Vanga If we don't die, like a Russian black man Our past is sad, like Wu-Tang's beats The present is terrible, like all this trap In the future, we'll all grow old, like Vanga If we don't die, like a Russian black man That they're not skeletons in the closet, but ghosts of the past As if we've lived in depression all this time And didn't strain its gold mines in pots Like on Mars, the signs of our life are false That a person, not without qualities, is definitely superfluous Or worse, like a slave licks a satrap's ass And we locked ourselves in a case of quatrains And watch as another buffoon runs out of cigarettes To hide the emptiness, we pluck out quotes To not feel anything, we look at organs in porn To not think, we chew We are a spectacle of popcorn As on Poklonnaya Hill, submissive Before the abyss, stop the dejected herd They need obedient cotton wool to fill the gaps and holes And, to predict, I am far from old lady Vanga But our future is saturated with the stench emanating from the thugs Our past is sad, like Wu-Tang's beats The present is terrible, like all this trap In the future, we will all grow old like Vanga If we don't die like a Russian Ethiopian Never say "A" - you won't have to squeeze out "B" Somewhere there is always point "A", but you're stuck at point "B" On the roof for a long time... Fuck, okay, fuck it