PALC - Страшно
текст песни

I don't grow attached to the city, because it's fraught with
The world has slightly tilted - it's all about the turtles and
I'm spat out into the city to wander around destitute
As a kitten in a de-energized village, with a slingshot hidden in my jeans
It's a must
I'm unlikely to promise now
All ideas are false
Choose any
The soil is fertile when the legs feed
If you don't smoke, who will give Korben a match?
You don't care - I need it urgently
My style is mold, because it grew on other people's lines
Tune in, hold on
Don't hunch over, hold on, hold on
No no no
No no no no
It doesn't hurt, it doesn't fuck
It doesn't flatten, it doesn't shake
It doesn't flare up in my brain, it doesn't dream at all
It doesn't hurt, it doesn't fuck
It doesn't flatten, it doesn't shake
It doesn't flare up in my brain, it doesn't dream at all
It doesn't hurt, it doesn't fuck
It doesn't flatten, it doesn't shake
It doesn't flare up in my brain, it doesn't dream at all
It doesn't hurt, it doesn't fuck
It doesn't flatten, it doesn't shake
Temporary happiness, eternal runny nose, Moscow

Life is rather sad and a little scary
I express myself briefly and deeply hiding
The motive of my wanderings. Again a walk among the cameras
And while the doors are locked and the film does not fly off
Neither tears nor wailing will break the terrarium
The ram draws conclusions, the gates are replaced
The swamp only thickens, excuses are composed
To bravely endure or, in despair, fade in tone
To deflate and end with a rotten environment
To eat away resentment, to forget oneself in creativity
You do not burn, I urgently need it
My style is mold, because even in the garbage there is life
Tune in, hold on
Don't hunch over, hold on, hold on
No no no
No no no no
It does not hurt, does not fuck
It does not flatten, does not shake
It does not flare up in the brain, does not dream at all
It does not hurt, does not fuck
It does not flatten, does not shake
It does not flare up in brain, don't dream at all
Doesn't hurt, doesn't fuck
Doesn't flatten, doesn't shake
Doesn't flash in the brain, don't dream at all
Doesn't hurt, doesn't fuck
Doesn't flatten, doesn't shake
Temporary happiness, eternal runny nose, Moscow

It doesn't get any easier, but everything has a term
We mold jokes from global catastrophes
From six lost souls, from four clumsy stanzas
When the song ends - keep your ears open
It doesn't get any easier, but everything has a term
We mold jokes from global catastrophes
From six tired faces, from a series of boring lines
When the song ends - keep your ears open
Doesn't hurt, doesn't fuck
Doesn't flatten, doesn't shake
Doesn't flash in the brain, don't dream at all
Doesn't hurt, doesn't fuck
Doesn't flatten, doesn't shakes
Doesn't flash in the brain, doesn't dream at all
Doesn't hurt, doesn't fuck
Doesn't flatten, doesn't shake
Doesn't flash in the brain, doesn't dream at all
Doesn't hurt, doesn't fuck
Doesn't hurt, doesn't fuck