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[1к]:
Да, я не стану, как вы, но и не стану другим.
Слишком странный для них, почти для каждого псих.
Ни в одном сраном обществе,
меня не признавали, в этих кучах дерьма тонущих,
Мне глупо и напрасно ожидать помощи, ведь
каждый за себя тут, не испачкаться только бы.
Не заметят талант, прекрасно заметят ошибки,
Как бы ты не кричал, может на время услышат.
Ты поймёшь, когда холод людской на себе ощутишь, и
кто там кем является, узришь в миг.
Мечты исчезают. К старой дружбе ключи искать не пытайся.
Что с нами случилось? Мы стали чужими.
Косо глядя, разошлись, по втыкали ножи в спины.
Что ж, разбираться уж не вижу смысла.
В голове со своими тараканами,
но взгляд свой кардинально поменял на мир.
Да, здесь меня динамили, но я врубал на всю динамики
и дальше продолжал идти. Иду.
Сегодня, и правда, холодновато.
Но важно то, что я вам не гон и не вату.
Мой лучший друг – майк, он не подводит, идя через года, мы
записали тонны разных тем, нам всё ещё мало.
До того результата, когда заброшу всё напрочь,
скажу уёбкам «прощайте», ну, а пока, что ли, возрадуйтесь.
Но не делай вид, будто любишь меня.
Слишком много хуйни видел, чтобы чушь не понять.
Мне это время до боли знакомо, отнюдь не там, путь к верхам,
и по-прежнему, компас мой сломан.
[Припев]:
Кого ебёт, что я много лет в тени,
и не придёт просто так просвет средь тьмы.
Бываю часто не прав, ведь лучшая меня часть умерла,
когда я понял все тонкости, да жестокость того, в чём
придётся быть, так вот, я много лет в тени,
И не придёт просто так просвет средь тьмы.
Бываю часто не прав, ведь лучшая меня часть умерла,
когда я понял все тонкости, да жестокость бытия.
[2к]:
Помнишь того типа? Он делал песни, успехом грезил,
вечно один от того и не весел.
Но был уверен, стоял на своём,
хороня здешний хоп, тот школяр день за днём,
в те года невдомёк - ерунда это всё.
Кто бы знал, что тропа на тот же берег ведёт.
Бредя через дебри, слыша весь бред их,
я просто верил / делал, вкус победы, увы, не тот, каким бредил.
Но идите вы нахуй, скажите, в чём ваше счастье?
Пахать, потом сдохнуть? Как же классно, ебать, вау.
В ссаной коммуналке, ты баран, коих тут миллиарды.
Просто деталь, просто запчасть, не думай, не надо.
Нудный, скучный? Да, прости, не выдался денёк.
И таких большинство. Я, как и все – жив, да ничто.
Тут не до сладких песенок, быт угнетает, тресни хоть.
Не с тех эмси, что ради фэйма с лестью, рады лезть в трико.
Ужасен сей прикол и прискорбно осознавать не меньше то,
что позорят всё и сами, честно, уже прошло.
Дел так много, за часами пытаюсь угнаться.
Давлю газ в пол, но снова на старте, знаю,
это замкнутый круг, не втирай про братство тут
Тут, тут… на измене каждый тру, плюс,
+ без лавэ никто не тянет рук.
Я бы с этим завязал, куплеты сами прут.
Говорят, и ты когда-нибудь поймаешь волну,
но приёмник мой сломан, иду, словно якорь, ко дну.
Я пытался докопаться, ну и в чём же вся суть?
Вином опять нажрался, на стене краской пишу.
Судьба и время всех нас однажды найдут. и
На шее затянут петлю.
[Припев]
[3к]:
Я словно в чаще, хоть и людей так много,
ведь с годами всё чаще на них нам пиздец, как похуй.
Друзья приходят, друзья уходят,
да я всё помню, мне важен тот мир.
Всё щас другое, и так должно быть,
не менял бы вовсе, заставляет что-то
Писать эти строки, моя память / возраст /
тоска о прошлом, и, знаешь, может
Нет правильных лож, да любая дорога -
та самая, должное. Не знаю, всё же
погано и гложет, не спасает пойло,
не занять себя, чтобы прошло.
Старые фото, как же то далеко,
я скучаю, что меня никто с них не ждёт.
Не буду с вами добр. Открой сердце для них,
и тут же, они дропнут обойму туда, не дрогнув, и ...
чем больше познаю я мир этот,
Тем всё спокойней лажу с тем, что все мы посетим небо.
[Припев]
[1 to]:
Yes, I will not become, like you, but I will not become others.
Too strange for them, almost every psycho.
Not in any shit society,
I was not recognized, in these heaps of shit of drowning,
It is stupid and in vain to expect help, because
Everyone for himself here, do not get dirty if only.
They will not notice the talent, perfectly notice mistakes,
No matter how you scream, maybe they will hear for a while.
You will understand when you will feel human cold on yourself, and
Who is there, you will see in a moment.
Dreams disappear. Do not try to look for old friendship.
What happened to us? We became strangers.
Looking obliquely, they dispersed, stuck knives into the backs.
Well, I see no reason to understand.
In my head with your cockroaches,
But he radically changed his gaze to the world.
Yes, I am dynamili here, but I cut all the speakers
And then he continued to go. I'm going.
Today, really, is cold.
But it is important that I am not a rut or cotton wool for you.
My best friend is Mike, he does not fail, going through years, we
They recorded tons of different topics, we are still few.
To the result when I abandon everything completely,
I’ll say goodbye “goodbye”, and for now, or something, rejoice.
But do not pretend that you love me.
Too much garbage saw not to understand nonsense.
This time is painful for me, by no means there, the path to the tops,
And still, my compass is broken.
[Chorus]:
Who fucks that I have been in the shadows for many years,
And just like that, the lumen in the middle of darkness will not come.
I am often wrong, because the best part of me died,
When I understood all the subtleties, but the cruelty of what
I have to be, so, I have been in the shade for many years,
And just like that, the lumen in the middle of darkness will not come.
I am often wrong, because the best part of me died,
When I understood all the subtleties, but the cruelty of being.
[2K]:
Remember the type? He made songs, dreamed with success,
Eternally alone from that is not cheerful.
But he was sure he stood on his
burdock local hop, the schoolboy day after day,
In those years, it is not true - nonsense is all.
Who would know that the path leads to the same shore.
Vyuskoy through the jungle, hearing all the nonsense of them,
I just believed / did, the taste of victory, alas, is not what I raved.
But go fuck, tell me what your happiness is?
Poking, then die? How cool, fuck, wow.
In the dawn communal apartment, you are a ram, of which there are billions.
Just a detail, just a spare part, do not think, do not.
Tedious, boring? Yes, I'm sorry, the day was not.
And the majority. I, like everyone else, are alive, but nothing.
It’s not up to sweet songs, life oppresses, crack at least.
Not with those Emsi that for the sake of the Famer with flattery, I am glad to climb into a little.
The terrible joke and regrettable to realize no less than that
That they disgrace everything and, honestly, has already passed.
There are so many things, I’m trying to keep up with a clock.
I give gas to the floor, but again at the start, I know
This is a vicious circle, don't rub about the brotherhood here
Here, here ... On treason, every work, plus,
+ Without lava, no one pulls hands.
I would have tied up with this, the bits themselves rod.
They say you will someday catch a wave
But my receiver is broken, I go, like an anchor, to the bottom.
I tried to get to the bottom, well, what is the whole point?
I got drunk again, I write on the wall with paint.
The fate and time of all will be found once. And
The loop is covered on the neck.
[Chorus]
[3K]:
I am as if in this way, although there are so many people,
Indeed, over the years, more and more often on them is fucked for us, like a fuck.
Friends come, friends leave,
Yes, I remember everything, that world is important to me.
Everything is right now, and so it should be
I would not change at all, it makes something
Write these lines, my memory / age /
longing for the past, and, you know, maybe
There are no correct lodges, but any road -
The same, proper. I don't know, still
Ground and gnaws, does not save swill,
Do not take yourself so that it has passed.
Old photos, how far,
I miss that no one expects me from them.
I will not be kind with you. Open your heart for them,
And then, they will drop a clock there, without trembling, and ...
The more I know this world,
All the more calmly get along with the fact that we will all visit the sky.
[Chorus]
Yes, I will not become, like you, but I will not become others.
Too strange for them, almost every psycho.
Not in any shit society,
I was not recognized, in these heaps of shit of drowning,
It is stupid and in vain to expect help, because
Everyone for himself here, do not get dirty if only.
They will not notice the talent, perfectly notice mistakes,
No matter how you scream, maybe they will hear for a while.
You will understand when you will feel human cold on yourself, and
Who is there, you will see in a moment.
Dreams disappear. Do not try to look for old friendship.
What happened to us? We became strangers.
Looking obliquely, they dispersed, stuck knives into the backs.
Well, I see no reason to understand.
In my head with your cockroaches,
But he radically changed his gaze to the world.
Yes, I am dynamili here, but I cut all the speakers
And then he continued to go. I'm going.
Today, really, is cold.
But it is important that I am not a rut or cotton wool for you.
My best friend is Mike, he does not fail, going through years, we
They recorded tons of different topics, we are still few.
To the result when I abandon everything completely,
I’ll say goodbye “goodbye”, and for now, or something, rejoice.
But do not pretend that you love me.
Too much garbage saw not to understand nonsense.
This time is painful for me, by no means there, the path to the tops,
And still, my compass is broken.
[Chorus]:
Who fucks that I have been in the shadows for many years,
And just like that, the lumen in the middle of darkness will not come.
I am often wrong, because the best part of me died,
When I understood all the subtleties, but the cruelty of what
I have to be, so, I have been in the shade for many years,
And just like that, the lumen in the middle of darkness will not come.
I am often wrong, because the best part of me died,
When I understood all the subtleties, but the cruelty of being.
[2K]:
Remember the type? He made songs, dreamed with success,
Eternally alone from that is not cheerful.
But he was sure he stood on his
burdock local hop, the schoolboy day after day,
In those years, it is not true - nonsense is all.
Who would know that the path leads to the same shore.
Vyuskoy through the jungle, hearing all the nonsense of them,
I just believed / did, the taste of victory, alas, is not what I raved.
But go fuck, tell me what your happiness is?
Poking, then die? How cool, fuck, wow.
In the dawn communal apartment, you are a ram, of which there are billions.
Just a detail, just a spare part, do not think, do not.
Tedious, boring? Yes, I'm sorry, the day was not.
And the majority. I, like everyone else, are alive, but nothing.
It’s not up to sweet songs, life oppresses, crack at least.
Not with those Emsi that for the sake of the Famer with flattery, I am glad to climb into a little.
The terrible joke and regrettable to realize no less than that
That they disgrace everything and, honestly, has already passed.
There are so many things, I’m trying to keep up with a clock.
I give gas to the floor, but again at the start, I know
This is a vicious circle, don't rub about the brotherhood here
Here, here ... On treason, every work, plus,
+ Without lava, no one pulls hands.
I would have tied up with this, the bits themselves rod.
They say you will someday catch a wave
But my receiver is broken, I go, like an anchor, to the bottom.
I tried to get to the bottom, well, what is the whole point?
I got drunk again, I write on the wall with paint.
The fate and time of all will be found once. And
The loop is covered on the neck.
[Chorus]
[3K]:
I am as if in this way, although there are so many people,
Indeed, over the years, more and more often on them is fucked for us, like a fuck.
Friends come, friends leave,
Yes, I remember everything, that world is important to me.
Everything is right now, and so it should be
I would not change at all, it makes something
Write these lines, my memory / age /
longing for the past, and, you know, maybe
There are no correct lodges, but any road -
The same, proper. I don't know, still
Ground and gnaws, does not save swill,
Do not take yourself so that it has passed.
Old photos, how far,
I miss that no one expects me from them.
I will not be kind with you. Open your heart for them,
And then, they will drop a clock there, without trembling, and ...
The more I know this world,
All the more calmly get along with the fact that we will all visit the sky.
[Chorus]
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