SharOn feat. Loc-Dog - Круговорот
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White light of the night. immaculate bedlam
The stars sharpen their teeth, gnawing the sky in half
For hooligans, however, people are just images for creativity
Their land is pliable, and at the same time groundless.
A big head appears above the world
Everything is eaten, everything is consumed, everything is sold
Karma is traumatized, drama cannot be avoided
Like rusty water from a faucet, their minds will soon drain away
And then what will happen to us? Don’t you give a fuck, my friend?
And who will divide the gathering of tourist groups among everyone here?
Ice is again confused with fire, the current again does not pass through the veins
We are banging on the doors to these devils, but there is arbitrariness and it’s lunch time
So it will be like this: we are, and they are
Our theme beats to the beat, they have vermouth and a fireplace
We have fucking faith, don't joke like that, bro
We're all sitting here waiting for the music to get quieter.
And there, along the way, it doesn’t mean them
It will be no worse than what we have now
Sometimes you just want to start differently
Everything that begins, begin again
A cycle, there is one cycle
A cycle, there is one cycle
A cycle, there is one cycle
A cycle, there is one cycle
A star cracked in the sky without making a sound
The quasar father gloomily swallowed the remains of his child
This is natural selection, a scythe will fly onto the stone
No thought to look for a way back from this cell
Draining trash that heaven doesn't need
Draining the queue, throw it away
The whales could not stand the peace and started sparring one at a time
To prove the absence of fear living in fawn eyes
And then - hope in burnt hearts will collapse into nowhere
People frightened by this movement
In a circle of vices and flabby nerves
Unshakable confidence that everything is given from above
But no one returned from there, and no one left here during his lifetime
And your lottery ticket was lost at the bottom of a jar of chips
We sometimes lie here, playing randomly, sometimes burning out
Accustomed to running around the edge until the verdict flashes on the screen
False notes of the symphony of life
Predatory creatures slowly wound
Humanity will boldly share the grave with palaces, and froze
Peace for a moment while we warm up the engine on a faded hearse
Your problems on the scale of the universe are not even molecules, but quarks
Ridiculous attempts to put a spoke in the wheel of samsara
In the meantime, are we starting over again or want to start - place your bets
A cycle, there is one cycle
A cycle, there is one cycle
A cycle, there is one cycle
A cycle, there is one cycle