Krec - За кулисами
текст песни

Behind the impenetrable tulle it’s like behind the scenes
We pretend to be actors, actresses
Extras capable of sincerity and challenge
To shots and attacks in defiance of the laws of physics
Countless schizos are dragging out their lives for life
Frayed cocoons with invisible threads
Smoke-filled rooms, distracted spectators
Trimmed heads, charred wicks
Numbers from the identifier, music on media
Creativity by consent, criticism by inspiration
Searching for irritants, smoldering and drinking
Comics, sketches based on events
The ornate path of those stories
Through school years it leads into dark adits
Where the deposits of sorrow are, carefully scrolling
Before the source code, bro spoiler alert

Cozy table in a summer cafe
Heavy look, shabby briefcase
The scar on the palm is like a totem
The hero of those years, the Count de La Fère himself
Cozy table in a summer cafe
Heavy look, shabby briefcase
The scar on the palm is like a totem
The experience of those years is a priceless trophy

City by the sea in a concrete ring
Life flew by unnoticed, literally five seconds
It’s sad to grow old, lose friends, vegetate without roles
At the other end they are already shouting, tell me for the fare
Time for replacements, new names and pompous premieres
Black cane, gray strand, neat beret
Evening flight, empty tram, unlucky ticket
How old am I, tell the sommelier
Stuffy buffet, humiliating laughter rings in the foyer
They talk about anything there, but not about you
Time to endure, to accumulate in yourself like bitter absinthe
The ghostly light of past ideas, unplayed scenes
Write an essay, whatever one may say, more and more about death
Secure it with a pen, bro before you go blind
On the nose of the pince-nez, dog hair under the lower back
He is full of strength, but now only in his soul

Cozy table in a summer cafe
Heavy look, shabby briefcase
The scar on the palm is like a totem
The hero of those years, the Count de La Fère himself
Cozy table in a summer cafe
Heavy look, shabby briefcase
The scar on the palm is like a totem
The experience of those years is an invaluable trophy