konokto - Олово
текст песни

I'm not tin
But it's pressing so hard on my head, as if the room has narrowed
In a cloud of smoke, you'll give me all your trinkets
But I'm not a punk
The day hides in the soot, promising me nothing new
On my heart, only a punctured heart, a bad guide
While you're winding snot around your fist, I'm rolling a blunt
The little one is hiding in the kitchen, knowing that we're idiots
Knows access to the alleys, don't care if he just got confused
Instead of air, like morning, morning air on the street
If karma is like a stone that drags us down
Don't touch it with your hands, he came out for an encore
Blinded by tears, like Windows Vista
As if caught, but justifiably clean
We're slowly smoldering in the north wind
We'll be at our destination by lunchtime
We're invisible, like white paint
Everything's so lazy, and our feet are covered in cement
I'm not tin
But it's pressing so hard It's as if the room has narrowed around my head.
In a cloud of smoke, you'll give me all your trinkets.
But I'm not a punk.
The day hides in the soot, promising me nothing new.
Only a punctured heart, a bad guide.