Jubilee - Кровоточие
текст песни

We'll remember this with a smile, lying on the damp earth
And it will all be so far away that it will seem like a dream within a dream
But for now, we're in October, winter is ahead, and the frost is getting worse
Lilacs are blooming in the neighborhood
To the laughter of the cops
And to the wail of sirens
If everything hurts, it only means we're still alive
We're walking along either the green or the eighth mile
The shithole on Rzhevka isn't the lakes of Virginia
The eternal battle against the Soviets, it's like I'm locked in Rocky IV
The blood of my hot shells
Cooler than your grills
Yeah
Yeah
Nobody wants to learn
But everyone wants to teach
Yeah
Yeah
School isn't PE
School lasts a lifetime
Either sit down and be a devil
Or be a devil and sit down
Nerves like a centrifuge
Stress at my door without Knock
Stylish depression
He's coming to our death in a leather jacket
A serenade from the mouth
But in the mouth, a serenade
Here's Warsaw for you
Here's Prague for you, friend
To stay afloat
I don't trust anyone
I won't let anyone close to my heart
Even if you're a heart surgeon
Oh, where have you led us, path?
There are bumps everywhere, don't hesitate
We're just a little further to the edge of the forest
Somewhere around here, I clearly remember, there's a river
Hey, silly, there's more flowers
Further on, more, further on—a jumble
Cat and mouse, skirmishes in abandoned buildings
Emergency or technical support
Giant nine-story buildings
They looked at me with indifference
Where in the frost he ran around unbuttoned
And fired at sparrows with a cannon
A breeze
Blows at us
Drives us behind us, accelerating Step
Hey, what are we sitting there for?
Get up!
We need to hobble over there by nightfall.
We're looking for treasure without a map, the road awaits.
We know where, when, who has it, and how much it costs.
We trample the asphalt during the day, the black soil at night.
What's there to worry about? We'll survive everything
We've known what's allowed and what's not here since kindergarten
Netflix—okay, but there are still plenty of strange things here
It's the way it is, we live here in an atmosphere of eternal fear
Russian Stragle—an endless saga
Dust overhead
My only angel has forgotten about me
Mom, we're all deeply ill
You and I are sitting in Arkham for life
Something's wrong with our fate
As if a worn-out marker had drawn it
And all that we used to call "life"
It's just a remark on the page
Snowflakes like ripples
On the TV screen
I don't need advice
We're not in the USSR
Time loop
On my head
It's the Middle Ages, after all
We hide money in the crypt
You poisoned our lake water
We brewed an antidote
You cut down bird cherry saplings
Every other day we planted them again
Don't teach me Live, asshole
After all, we are the voices of dirty streets
You couldn't even dream of our troubles
Our thoughts didn't even hiccup
What time are we living in now?
These lawyers and labels are controlling us
So that the album gets through and reaches the masses
I rewrote the verses a hundred times
No, I don't want to say goodbye, but
I understand the option is simple
Either we are scattered across the earth
Or the earth is scattered above you
A breeze
Blows at us
Hurries us behind, quickening our pace
Hey, what are we sitting there for?
Get up!
We need to hobble over there by nightfall
We're looking for treasure without a map, the road awaits
We know where, when, who, and how much
We trample the asphalt during the day, the black soil at night
Why worry? We'll survive