SHRODICAT feat. SoCraT - T.M
текст песни

On the front lines of that war (which one?)
Where the enemy is invisible (yeah)
Wanders in the dark forest (forest)
The Leshy (Gospel Spirit) until morning

He collects souls
In exchange for wishes (which ones?)
But you will also receive
What you don't expect in advance (evil!)

What will remain after? (Huh?)
Think about it
Like Kennedy in a Cadillac (yes)
But the world is in decline and frozen

Everyone here is in the crosshairs (e)
Wants to get rich
No set goal (but!)
They're going for a machine gun

Create while the clock ticks - time, time, time
Fate is like this: to bear this - a burden, a burden, a burden
Dulles rejoices, everyday life weighs on - crown, crown, crown
Born into this world and here you are - in the system, the theme, the theme

Prior
Feelings are gone, sincerity is gone
Name forgotten, like cigarette ash
Years will pass, you'll look back
And then only memory will scream after you.

Sometimes you yourself, without even realizing it,
Run into the abyss, as if to your own mother,
Joyfully welcoming the dark light at the end of the tunnel,
That's it, my friend, the long journey home is over.

Verse 2:
Many of you have disappeared,
Who always walked in circles,
Saying you were with God,
Shouting "Lord" to the darkness!

Instead of books, TV,
Instead of sports, give me booze,
Don't you want to live beautifully,
For you, five is two times two.

Is eternity worse than money?
Worse than endless sleep?
Go out to the shore already,
Be as steadfast as an elephant!

These candles are burning out,
And the seconds on the clock,
Measuring your every step,
Instill fear in you!

Create, man, while time ticks on—time, time, time.
Fate is such here, to bear this—a burden, a burden, a burden.
Dulles rejoices, everyday life weighs down—crown, crown, crown.
Born into this world, and here you are—in the system, crown, crown.

Prior
Feelings are gone, sincerity is gone.
A name forgotten, like cigarette ash.
Years will pass, you will look back.
And then only memory will scream after you.

Feelings are gone, sincerity is gone.
A name forgotten, like cigarette ash.
Years will pass, you will look back.
And then only memory will scream after you.

Sometimes you yourself, without realizing it,
Run into the abyss, as if to your own mother.
Gladly welcoming the dark light at the end of the tunnel.
That's it, my friend, the long journey home is over.