ДжекБеда - Педали
текст песни

It's all gotten stuck in a loop for some reason -
Woke up this morning, went to work
Came back from work, straight to bed -
Got to work again tomorrow
Woke up, washed up, went to work
I'm telling you, I'm stuck in a loop
It's time for a radical change -
Quit my job, break my arm
Kill an old lady, rape a friend
Escape this cycle somehow

Life is so cynical, everything in it is cynical
Life is made of rings and spirals
Out of habit, I'm slightly out of rhythm
Turning, turning, turning the pedals

No, I thought, it's not worth it so steeply
Turned on the radio, Tsoi was on the radio
This hasn't surprised me for a long time -
Tsoi is alive, even the children know
Dead poets never leave us
Songs sing to us without ceasing
In our ears, right in our ears -
Whether you want it or not, you have to Listen
Who will remember me in twenty years?
No, something definitely needs to change.

Life is so cynical, everything in it is cyclical.
Life is made up of rings and spirals.
I'm a little out of rhythm, unaccustomed to it.
I spin, spin, spin the pedals.

I want panties to fly on stage.
For children to write Jack Bad on the walls.
For the punks in the yard to scream our songs.
For every dog ​​to recognize us by sight.
But I doubt I'll ever get all that.
I'm a loser, God marks the scoundrel.
I wake up, go to work.
What else can I do? I'm hungry.
It's unlikely my name will go down in history.
But soon I'll have vacation. I'm going to the sea.

Life is so cynical, everything in it is cyclical.
Life is made up of rings and spirals.
I'm getting used to it and becoming more energetic.
I spin, spin, spin the pedals.