1. |
Навстречу ветру
04:49
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Verse 1
Tracks of wrinkles on the walls
Wires are ringing with electricity
Bricks rule here
Within the city.
There is an endless routine here.
There are oceans of fake tears here.
The sweetness of dreams is muffled
By the noise of rubber hooves.
(Whispering)
I have to trick him,
I need to escape from here.
Somewhere by the lake ashore
The sky’s surface is waiting for me.
Chorus
In the arms of the night
The forest is calling
By the color palette
Of ellipses
The starry sky surface.
That's my silver dream.
Verse 2
He is so cynical and cruel
City of synthetic lights
He will turn anyone to sand
And leave to die at the bottom.
The architecture of trembling hands
The sweetness of amusing spice.
An endless vicious circle
In a spanless abyss.
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2. |
Быть плохим человеком
04:36
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I am a bad player, no doubt,
Chose the wrong mode.
“Do you accept the rules?” - OK
Great, life starts.
Shyly build social connections,
Divide everyone into strangers and buddies.
I am slowly getting stuck in the whirlpool of choice.
I seem to be getting nastier.
Chorus
I don't want to be a bad person
Again
It's not so easy for me with this
As if
The result of the touches is ash.
Ruined again, and did not notice.
I don't want to be a bad person
Again
It's not so easy for me with this
As if
The world melts slowly
Divides into inequalities.
Verse 2
The path from innocence to aggression
Paved with dots and spaces.
Gray paints - empty and insipid
Ranging from black to white.
Levity seeds fogs.
Changing again - bad weather.
I’m checking how good I am
With the awkwardness of the first dance.
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3. |
Морская
04:11
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Verse 1
I wish I could now
Do not wander among the seas
Cutting through the depths of the smooth
The keel of the sadness of my soul
Do not look for a pier in the haze
Amid the mists, reefs-dreams.
Taking a course in sorrow
Sewing the sail-heart again.
I wish I could not drown
In a sea of dreams and holds of tears,
Still looking for a right path
In the light of the veil of the stars.
Don't try for the hundredth time
Fall like an anchor to the bottom,
Hiding every tiny fracture
In the abyss of faint eyes.
Fracture
Fracture
Fracture...
Verse 2
I wish I could fall asleep
Not under the echoing wail of the wind,
Burning seal
By the edge of the blue sky
Do not look for a lighthouse at night,
To catch the cold, harsh light,
Separated "yes" and "no",
Shown "what" and "how".
I wish I could not forget
My name in the foam of days,
Twining stronger,
Like a web thread.
Don't dream about when
Suddenly my heart will be becalmed,
That the rains will end
Through miles and years.
Years
Years
Years...
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