костя снег - будущее
текст песни
18
0 человек. считает текст песни верным
0 человек считают текст песни неверным
костя снег - будущее - оригинальный текст песни, перевод, видео
- Текст
- Перевод
ты не считал , что духа нищета
тащит тебя на днище рая ?
ищешь там себя , где крыш этап ,
чуть выше подвалов дни сжирая
желания : феррари , квадратура жилая и дура - жена
из тумбы ствол заряженный и оттуда же - нал
журнал , куда как-то ваня попал , - чтоб о тебе судачил
на охоту в лес у дачи и снабжал бы бес удачей
ты бы лучше влез сюда , чем в шкуру христа
сознание будды , талмуды корана " пизда , да ты хули пристал ? "
но мы на местах : я за кадром , ты - за монитором
и пока лишь глаза манит доллар ,
будущее - плацдарм , а не город
спрячь под бороду ворот и вот он - твой мир под подошвой
пинай этот камень заплёванный , покуда себя в пыли не найдёшь
ненарочная ложь останется ложью , возможно , став чуточку больше
равно как истина , кореш . когда ты её откупоришь
прошлое уже прошло , будущее - только будет
настоящее - ненастоящее по сути
суки , пасуйте , жизнь- дырявая посудина.
нас судят те , кого судят те , кого судят
рисуя траектории судеб собственных
часто оскаленным псом стоим против того , что создали
серьёзно : в одну дверь нас слишком много тулится
тесен и глуп будущий мир , континент , страна , город , улица
весь он под управлением конфессий и иных болезней
бесит , что вы не нашли для себя абсолютно ничего полезней
чем дней двести в году идти на поводу безголовым наездникам
да , всем известно как порабощают рублём и крестиком
мне бы влезть в экран вместе со всем своим подземельем
и развеять сомнения , восклицая " вась , не верь им "
твоя религия , как зверь кастрированный , падре
как абсурд , стилизированный под рэп .
прошлое уже прошло , будущее - только будет
настоящее - ненастоящее по сути
суки , пасуйте , жизнь- дырявая посудина.
нас судят те , кого судят те , кого судят
скованные безразличием гримасы и глаза их -
как немой прозаик на фоне разнообразия мозаик
люди , не узревшие наказания в эмоциональном обрезании
те , что признали , что всё предрешено заранее
головы залиты : совещания , тренинги , саммиты
неужели нет ощущения , что хуйнёй вы , по сути , заняты ?
или тебя забанят на форуме социальных моделей и образов ,
если ты дёрнешься , завидев над миром оползень , а ?
You did not think that the spirit is poverty
drags you on the bottom of paradise?
You are looking for yourself there, where the roof is the stage,
A little above the basements.
Desires: Ferrari, quadrature residential and fool - wife
From the cabinet, the trunk is charged and from there - nal
The magazine, where did Vanya somehow get, - so that he was fucked about you
Hunting in the forest at the summer cottage and would supply a demon success
You would better get here than in the skin of Christ
The Consciousness of the Buddha, the Talmudes of the Qur'an "Pussy, did you have a blasphemy?"
But we are in the field: I'm behind the scenes, you are behind the monitor
And while only the eyes beckons the dollar,
The future is a bridgehead, not a city
hide the gate under the beard and here it is - your world under the sole
kick this stone thrown, until you find yourself in dust
Inadvertent lies will remain a lie, perhaps becoming a little more
As well as truth, Koresh. When you will uncorn her
The past has already passed, the future - only
The present is inaccurate in essence
Bitches, graze, life is a holey dish.
we are judged by those who are judged by those who are judged
Drawing the trajectories of the fate of its own
often a bared dog stand against what we created
Seriously: we are too much on one door
The future world, continent, country, city, street are cramped and stupid
He is all under the control of faiths and other diseases
infuriates that you have not found absolutely anything more useful for yourself
than two hundred days a year to follow the headless riders
yes, everyone knows how to enslave the ruble and cross
I would get into the screen with all my dungeons
And dispel doubts, exclaiming "Vasya, do not believe them"
Your religion, like a beast castrated, is a paradise
As an absurdity stylized under rap.
The past has already passed, the future - only
The present is inaccurate in essence
Bitches, graze, life is a holey dish.
we are judged by those who are judged by those who are judged
The grimaces and their eyes constrained by indifference -
like a dumb prose on a background of a variety of mosaics
People who have not seen punishment in emotional circumcision
Those who admitted that everything was a foregone conclusion in advance
heads filled: meetings, trainings, summites
Is there really no feeling that you are, in fact, busy with a fuck?
Or you will be banned on the forum of social models and images,
If you jerk, seeing the landslide over the world, huh?
drags you on the bottom of paradise?
You are looking for yourself there, where the roof is the stage,
A little above the basements.
Desires: Ferrari, quadrature residential and fool - wife
From the cabinet, the trunk is charged and from there - nal
The magazine, where did Vanya somehow get, - so that he was fucked about you
Hunting in the forest at the summer cottage and would supply a demon success
You would better get here than in the skin of Christ
The Consciousness of the Buddha, the Talmudes of the Qur'an "Pussy, did you have a blasphemy?"
But we are in the field: I'm behind the scenes, you are behind the monitor
And while only the eyes beckons the dollar,
The future is a bridgehead, not a city
hide the gate under the beard and here it is - your world under the sole
kick this stone thrown, until you find yourself in dust
Inadvertent lies will remain a lie, perhaps becoming a little more
As well as truth, Koresh. When you will uncorn her
The past has already passed, the future - only
The present is inaccurate in essence
Bitches, graze, life is a holey dish.
we are judged by those who are judged by those who are judged
Drawing the trajectories of the fate of its own
often a bared dog stand against what we created
Seriously: we are too much on one door
The future world, continent, country, city, street are cramped and stupid
He is all under the control of faiths and other diseases
infuriates that you have not found absolutely anything more useful for yourself
than two hundred days a year to follow the headless riders
yes, everyone knows how to enslave the ruble and cross
I would get into the screen with all my dungeons
And dispel doubts, exclaiming "Vasya, do not believe them"
Your religion, like a beast castrated, is a paradise
As an absurdity stylized under rap.
The past has already passed, the future - only
The present is inaccurate in essence
Bitches, graze, life is a holey dish.
we are judged by those who are judged by those who are judged
The grimaces and their eyes constrained by indifference -
like a dumb prose on a background of a variety of mosaics
People who have not seen punishment in emotional circumcision
Those who admitted that everything was a foregone conclusion in advance
heads filled: meetings, trainings, summites
Is there really no feeling that you are, in fact, busy with a fuck?
Or you will be banned on the forum of social models and images,
If you jerk, seeing the landslide over the world, huh?