Papasita - Петля
текст песни

What does your soul desire?
To move forward, never looking back.
I melt beneath the rays—a crimson sunset.
Ice lies beneath my feet, yet it is not in my hands.
What does your soul desire?
To move forward, never looking back.
I melt beneath the rays—a crimson sunset.
Ice lies beneath my feet, yet it is not in my hands.
The more I hated the world, the tighter the noose grew.
Roads cut off, veins bound tight.
Drawing closer to everything—yet, fuck, it feels like drifting away.
I trust no one—I simply do not trust.
I am so close to God; I am so close to Heaven.
I hear Him; He has appeared before my very eyes.
No sudden epiphanies—only reproaches.
"Oh, my God"—they are unwelcome.
It is cold. Twilight fell.
Go fuck yourself—you’re a pathetic joke.
Twilight fell, you bitch.
And once again, twilight fell.
I’ll mobilize the troops who honor my name.
I’ll stand by your side—unless you’re a whore.
I am my own enemy, my own friend, and pure platinum.
Listen up, buddy—you didn't get it: I don't give a fuck about your name.
Listen up, buddy—you didn't get it: I don't give a fuck about your name.
I am my own enemy, my own friend, and pure platinum.
I’ll stand by your side—unless you’re a whore.
I’ll mobilize the troops who honor my name.
I don't need an excuse to put my head in a noose—leave the safety net to them.
I want to drown in the eyes that once pulled me from the net.
With her, life is exquisitely sweet; without her, it’s merely a scent.
I am angry, yet glad.
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch.
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch.
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch.
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch.
The game is my life, yet I am no mere player.
I play with style; I am a god unto myself.
Side by side, for the long haul—I keep my mouth shut tight.
I am the bedrock of music—the very essence.
I came here to smash the boundaries of every genre.
To smash them hard—with a ruthless, savage force.
I will forever disown anyone who betrays me.
My life is a canvas of colors—and I am the one painting it.
What does your soul desire?
To move forward, never looking back.
I melt beneath the rays—a crimson sunset.
The ice lies beneath my feet—but the outcome is not in my hands.
What does your soul desire?
To move forward, never looking back.
I melt beneath the rays—a crimson sunset.
The ice lies beneath my feet—but the outcome is not in my hands.
What does your soul desire? Moving forward, despite looking back
I melt beneath the rays—a crimson sunset
Ice beneath my feet, yet out of my hands